Real men cry to their mothers, and laugh with the others
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When all of the jokes are on them.
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They¡¯re rough and they¡¯re tumble, but inside, they¡¯re humble.
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When nobody¡¯s looking, they even get sad,
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And they¡¯d talk all night.
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They¡¯d even break down when you think they might.
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And when you get past our egos,
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there¡¯s a heart that wants to be just like¡¦
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Jesus. The man of all men.
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The only One who makes hearts whole again.
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And He could¡¯ve backed down with those people around,
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But He proved for the last time that real men die.
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Well, you can black out your windows, or go where the wind blows,
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But you¡¯ll answer to something someday.
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Bob said it best when his slow train went west,
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But dignity just doesn¡¯t pay.
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We could talk all night.
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You can even break down if you think you might.
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But when we can¡¯t impress comes the real test¡¦
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are we just like¡¦
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When you can¡¯t impress, there¡¯s your real test¡¦
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are you just like¡¦ Jesus?
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Real Men Cry
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| The Elms |
