I cry for the love in your eyes,
and I try to let you be free.
If you're blue,
don't let it worry you,
we'll make it through
and if you don't believe me
Faith will come humbly down,
fear will come...
Cynics may fill the books,
critics may give you looks,
but I'll stand by you 'til you die
and I'll be wise in the afterlife

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