In which our hero, who was born to write songs, tries to figure out his life with help from the interviewer.
Friday, March 24, 2017
I don't want to cry
I don't want to cry I'm tired of wiping my glasses 'cause the tears I cry are gonna dry and leave their marks of salt I know it's all my fault life ain't no sweet molasses and that is why I don't want to cry
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