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He's a caring kind of a guy. Deep in his thoughts is my welfare. I ask myself what he would buy To wear if he wasn't so aware How the world, carrying the weight Of all its poverty, manages to turn around. He's a caring kind of a guy. He would not understand badness. He says often with a big sigh That his heart, filled with tenderness, Renounces all forms of violence, In a voice that has a resolute sound. He's a caring kind of a guy. He is the enemy of all that is untrue And no matter where or when he'll try With all his might to believe in you As you make a far reaching decision About taking over his bit of ground. He's a caring kind of a guy. He wants to wash away all the pain With the tears that with you he'll cry As he wipes away the mascara stain On the cheeks that the lips had pressed Softly just enough to leave her unwound. |
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