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and your eyes must do some raining if you're ever gonna grow.
but when crying don't help, you can't compose yourself,
it's best to compose a poem, an honest verse of longing or a simple song of hope.
that's why i'm singing, baby, don't worry 'cause now i've got your back.
and every time you feel like crying, i'm gonna try and make you laugh.
and if i can't, if it just hurts too bad, then we'll wait for it to pass and i will keep you company through those days so long and black.
and we'll keep working on the problem we know we'll never solve
of love's uneven remainders, our lives are fractions of a whole.
but if the world could remain with a frame like a painting on a wall,
then i think we'd see the beauty and we'd stand staring in awe at our still lives posed like a bowl of oranges, like a story told by the fault lines and the soil.
but when crying don't help, you can't compose yourself,
it's best to compose a poem, an honest verse of longing or a simple song of hope.
that's why i'm singing, baby, don't worry 'cause now i've got your back.
and every time you feel like crying, i'm gonna try and make you laugh.
and if i can't, if it just hurts too bad, then we'll wait for it to pass and i will keep you company through those days so long and black.
and we'll keep working on the problem we know we'll never solve
of love's uneven remainders, our lives are fractions of a whole.
but if the world could remain with a frame like a painting on a wall,
then i think we'd see the beauty and we'd stand staring in awe at our still lives posed like a bowl of oranges, like a story told by the fault lines and the soil.