At night I feel the air just slip through my
fingers
In daylight it sticks like glue
When I consider all the things that creep under
my skin
None of them are quite as sweet as you
So don`t cry
And if I leave, and coming back I lose my way
Don`t change the locks on the back door
Cause even though my brain may be twisted and
unsound
You know that my heart is true
So don`t cry
So don`t cry
So don`t cry
So don`t cry
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