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• Artiste: Hugh Cornwell
• Titre: Wasted Tears
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Look around at the world now that you're a big girl. I can see tears in your eyes. Well, I've been there myself; it's not good for your health. That's the main thing I surmise. Just when you think that heaven is there, all of your friends say life isn't fair. Just when you think that God's on your side, all of a sudden the news Hurts you inside, and that's the taste of wasted tears. There are people who laugh; there are people who cry. Everyday, I am another one, But my heart - it goes out to those people who doubt. Can they all be sinners, everyone? Just when you think that heaven is there, all of your friends say life isn't fair. Just when you think that God's on your side, all of a sudden the news Hurts you inside, and that's the taste of wasted tears. I love the falling rain, but I hate my pounding brain. I love the passing year, but I hate the taste of wasted tears. I hate the taste of wasted tears. Anybody can say the world gets better each day; Does it really? Can you show it me? 'Cause the sky can look black as you look down the track; Can the train get past the falling leaves? Just when you think that heaven is there, all of your friends say life isn't fair. Just when you think that God's on your side, all of a sudden the news Hurts you inside, and that's the taste of wasted tears. I love the falling rain, but I hate my pounding brain. I love the passing year, but I hate the taste of wasted tears. I hate the taste of wasted tears. Tears.