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We Cry Behind Dark Glasses

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Some people don't chase after women,
They are never alone, whereas we
We are dying for each that passes,
We whimper for each one of them
 
We go down into a bar,
We know good old Alex
We take a table
And talk for nights
 
Bad women approach,
Bad women watch,
They whistle at us,
They spread the contagion
 
They say ah, ah, ah
And die for us
They say ah, ah, ah
But we are keeping it for you
 
A lot of women are alone with
The candle, they caress it
Whereas we stand on the street
And curse that we were born
 
We go down into a bar,
We know good old Alex
We take a table
And cry under our dark glasses
 
Bad women approach,
Bad women watch,
They whistle at us,
They like dresses
 
Some people don't chase after women,
Whereas we stand on the street
And curse that we were born
We cry under our dark glasses