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Charades, pop skill, water hyacinth
Named by a poet, imitation of life
Like a koi in a frozen pond
Like a goldfish in a bowl
I don′t want to hear you cry
That's sugarcane, you tasted good
That′s cinnamon, that's Hollywood
Come on, come on, no one can see you try
You want the greatest thing, the
Greatest thing since bread came sliced
You got it all, you got incised
Like a Friday fashion show teenager freezing in the corner
Trying to look like you don't try
That′s sugarcane, you tasted good
That′s cinnamon, that's Hollywood
Come on, come on, no one can see you try
And no one can see you cry (No one can see you try)
And no one can see you cry (No one can see you try)
And no one can see you cry
That′s sugarcane, you tasted good
That's freezing rain, that′s what you could
Come on, come on, no one can see you try
This sugarcane, this lemonade
This hurricane, I'm not afraid
Come on, come on, no one can see me cry
This lightning storm, this tidal wave
This avalanche, I′m not afraid
Come on, come on, no one can see you cry
That's sugarcane, you tasted good
That's who you are, that′s what you could
Come on, come on, no one can see you cry
That′s sugarcane, you tasted good
That's who you are, that′s what you could
Come on, come on, no one can see you cry
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Writer(s): Peter Lawrence Buck, Michael E. Mills, John Michael Stipe Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
