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What's this feeling in my head?
What's it doing there?
The loner in the crowd
Who longs to cry aloud
Looks back to face the fear
And the tragic laugh at nothing
The cynics really care
The comics cry at everything
As love draws near
His body thinks it knows him
With intimate disdain
His mind runs away
In neat disarray
As he sees the sound of pain
And the tragic laugh at nothing
The cynics really care
The comics cry at everything
As love draws near
And when he's finally there
At who knows where
He gains his loss
To save the cost
Of dancing to the fear
And the tragic laugh at nothing
The cynics really care
The comics, they cry at everything
As love draws near
Is it really real
This quaint ideal
That you want to believe?
Do you really know
Which way to go
To stay before you leave?
(Harmonica solo)
And the tragic laugh at nothing
The cynics, they really care
The comics cry at everything
As love draws near
And the tragic laugh at nothing
The cynics really care
The comics cry at everything
As love draws near