Dry Your tears

Dry your tears, your tears

Dry 'em, mm

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Every time, yuh

You say,

Somethin' mean to me,

I've learned,

To tune you out

And everyday

When you greet me with that scowl,

It almost makes me want to laugh for no reason,

A painful, joyless laugh

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So, what d' you think about that?

That your words don't affect me anymore

That I'm closin' my door

But no, yuh,

I don't really wanna lie to myself,

Anymore

Anymore

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Sadness, tears

Yuh, come streaming down my face,

As I think

Ah, of the pain you make me suffer all my years,

But I say, yeah, I say:

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Dry your tears,

Dry dry dry 'em,

Self-pity never helped,

no one,

you think money is everything, even more important than love,

you pushed me too far,

What do you think I am, some sort of obedient Dove?

And you pushed me...

And now I break through,

Ooo ay, ooo ay oo

I am gonna move,

Shake my hips to the groove,

Sway with the pain, like it's some sorta dance

I gave you your chance, and another, another, another

I can hate you, y'know, even if you are my mother

Sway with the pain, like it's some sort of dance

Now I, break, oh broken,

The broken break through

And I tell myself...,

Tears won't help no one

So dry your tears, Dry 'em Hun,

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Tear drops, Raindrops, what's the difference?

They are both sad, both stream down my face.

Now you are talking on the phone with my aunt, complaining 'bout me

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Dry your tears,

Dry dry dry 'em,

Self-pity never helped,

no one,

you think money is everything, even more important than love,

you pushed me too far,

What do you think I am, some sort of obedient Dove?

And you pushed me...

And now I break through,

Ooo ay, ooo ay oo

I am gonna move,

Shake my hips to the groove,

Sway with the pain, like it's some sorta dance

I gave you your chance, and another, another, another

I can hate you, y'know, even if you are my mother

Sway with the pain, like it's some sort of dance

Now I, break, oh broken,

The broken break through

And I tell myself...,

Tears won't help no one

So, dry your tears, Dry 'em Hun,

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Now you are talking on the phone with my aunt, complaining 'bout me

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