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I'm standing in a jolly crowd
Joking, laughing a little too loud
Looking like the model of a man that's got it made
But my repartee is just to disguise
All the hurt I'm trying to hide
'Cause I'm crying, I'm crying, crying inside

I'm sitting in a restaurant
A few old friends in a favorite haunt
And I'm wearing a suit of deepest blue
I've been wise-cracking like the good old days
But pretty soon I'm gonna slip away
And walk myself right back to my lonely room

Everybody knows a man's not supposed to cry
If you look at my face you'll see my cheek is dry
I wish sometimes they'd cut me some slack
'Cause they don't know, while they're slappin' my back
I'm crying, cry-cry-cry, crying inside
Whoa, here come the tears

Cry again, cry again

Well, everybody knows a man's not supposed to cry, cry-cry-cry
So behind this grin I'm holding it in up until I say goodbye

Well, I wish sometimes they'd cut me some slack
'Cause they don't know while they're slappin' my back
I'm crying, cry-cry-cry, crying inside
Nobody knows I'm crying, crying inside
I'm the life and the soul of the party sometimes
But I'm crying inside
Crying inside
Crying inside
Crying inside