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Big Boys Cry

When the flute of life breaks and only the sounds of horror and terror transceives
When the multiplication of 2×2 equals twenty two
When the devil himself preaches the gospel

When the accordion of life breaks and it transcends the tune of sorrow and despair
We try and stand strong like the statue of liberty,
Withholding the eternal flame as it burns away into the thin air

But in the corner of nowhere, we break down into pieces and cry out our scars
We get drowned by the pressure that makes us strong

We are boys, we break and we cry too…

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