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Don Moore May 2017
I'm not alone, although sometimes I think I am
Sometimes I shoulder the woes of the world
And sometimes I pretend I don't care
But always behind my smile is a cry for love
The need for comfort and affection
And yet sometimes I'd say that wasn't so.
I'm not alone, I'm surrounded in the wool of adoration
But sometimes everything seems so far away
And sometimes there just isn't a shoulder to cry on
That's when my smiles at its very widest
Sometimes I will shoulder all my woes
And sometimes I pretend that I just don't care
It's at times like this that my eyes tell the real truth.
And it's then that sometimes I need you the most.

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