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When asked to leave, it begs to stay
Like the perfect song at imperfect times
It's the way the chords struck with the rhymes
So let your troubles roll by

He knows he can help himself
He can tell by a look at the books on his shelf
And someone, somewhere loses her son
Before her own sunset is said and done

And she dreams of sunflowers bent-over
Frozen in the snow and thinks Colorado
But then plays her life back in slow motion
To keep in touch with that raw emotion

In the night, crushed empty can
Olive oil is waiting for her man
To come in from the fight
That will change their life for good this time

When all of your tears dry, let your troubles roll by
When all of your tears dry, let your troubles roll by
When all of your tears dry, let your troubles roll by
Let your troubles roll by

Like New Year's eve, tonight's underway
But tomorrow you'll wake up afraid of the day
'Cause underneath the scars of your broken dreams
An undone war still wages and stings

You fear the year will blow
Like a breeze through a rainbow
You swear it's there, but you can't grab a hold
So you sit and cry and wonder why, why

When all of your tears dry, let your troubles roll by
When all of your tears dry, let your troubles roll by
When all of your tears dry, let your troubles roll by
Let your troubles roll by

So many cities and windows and lives
And through each one there's a soul that strives to survive
So pay no mind, my sorrow's fine
The day is alive and that's why I cry

It's a New Year's toast, grab your list to conspire
The last snake hissed as he was thrown in the fire
You've come far, and though you're far from the end
You don't mind where you are, 'cause you know where you've been

Like a culture vulture sprawled out on the floor
Like a dead devil sailor washed up on the shore
With nothing of note but the old captains coat
And a burning boat, you just sank with your salty tears dry

Let your troubles roll by
When all of your tears dry, let your troubles roll by
When all of your tears dry, let your troubles roll by
Let your troubles roll by

When asked to leave, it begs to stay
Like the perfect song at imperfect times