Cry Baby Cry

Last night I had a dream about all the things that you said to me.
About a bad night, wrong scene, button shirt and blue jeans.
About coffee and cigarettes, there ain't much more to me I guess.
About all I've lost, including you, and how none of that is coming through.
Now every time I get to that line that you want me to cross
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In my dream, all I can see is you whispering to me,
"Why don't you cry baby, cry baby, cry baby, cry now for me?"
"Why don't you cry baby, cry baby, cry baby, cry now for me?"
You know my words, you know my song, and dare to say I'm shallow.
Well just one thing, that I'd like to sing, that I thought you should know.
Is that every word is sacred, every note is painful.
All I had was taken, taken, taken away.
You were in its place then, that's why I pushed you away.

You know every kiss was sacred, every tear was painful.
Now every time I get to that line that you want me to cross,
You accuse me of faking love but you're not one to talk.
With your last chance pretend seven-year weekend.
Was it Friday night free ride cold bed and red wine?
Now all along I knew I was wrong, but I don't fucking care.

Now every time I will lie and lie to make you understand
What it's like to cry baby, cry baby, cry baby, cry now for me.
Why don't you cry baby, cry baby, cry baby, cry now for me?
Why don't you cry baby, cry baby, cry baby, cry now for me?
Yeah, why don't you cry baby, cry baby, cry baby, cry now for me?