You sit there and call me a liar and a cheat
I just wish you'd pin a rose on me
Now you won't even come out and take a bow
Crying won't help you now

Crying won't help you now

So now your poets have all put down their pens
The only songs to sing are those sung again
Lonely just doesn't look good on you somehow
Crying won't help you now

Crying won't help you now

Now I just keep on staring
Into the black eyes of truth
We'll have to learn to live on somehow
Crying won't help you now

Crying won't help you now
Crying won't help you now
Crying won't help you
Help you now

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Writer(s): BEN C HARPER