Tears have rolled down many good cheek
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So when it comes down to your turn
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Don¡¯t be afraid of admitting you¡¯re weak
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Cause these are tears that you earn
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Strangers, new neighbours, they¡¯ll both understand
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Who hasn¡¯t been there? Hold up your hand
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Strangers, neighbours, none of them planned
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Tears are the wage of this land
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When raindrop first fell to the ground
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It seemed like the brightest idea
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Even though teardrops were already around
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No one yet linked them with tear
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Raindrop you notice when stood under trees
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Pin-drop you can hear if you're down on your knees
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But if teardrop anyone sees
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It¡¯s time, gentlemen please
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Scars you know take longer to heal
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Whilst tears you¡¯ll not see again
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So which do we try so hard to conceal
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The ones that make fools of us men
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Bricklayer, teacher, firefighter or vet
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One thing in common, the hankies they¡¯ve wet
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But hidden away in the bedroom I bet
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Tears in public, not yet
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Drums have rolled for hundreds of years
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Since we¡¯ve blown one another to bits
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Generals and soldiers still holding their ears
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Cause drumbeat and teardrop don¡¯t mix
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When teardrops fall everyone in the band
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Makes out their music¡¯s slipped from the stand
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Leaving the singer, his head in his hands
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Public emotion, be damned
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Scars you know take longer to heal
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Whilst tears you¡¯ll not see again
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So which do we try so hard to conceal
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The ones that make fools of us men
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Bricklayer, teacher, firefighter or vet
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One thing in common, the hankies they¡¯ve wet
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But hidden away in the bedroom I bet
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Tears in public, not yet
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Not yet, not yet, not yet
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Not yet
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Tears
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| The Beautiful South |
