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Cynical Tears

To go a day without seeing your face�
It makes me cry
But the second I hear your voice
Even if in my mind
I smile

It�s almost like a game
We play even after our fame
Molded like a lump of clay
We�ve changed it from day to day

You�re eyes are always searching deep inside me
You�re smile keeps me moving on
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