Karen's UnOfficial Backstreet Boys Website

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I want to be the tears,
That's born in your eye,
Travels down your cheek,
And dies on your lips.

But I don't want to be,
The tears of sadness,
'Cause I want to be,
The tears of joy.

But every night and every day,
You're always there,
But when I kiss you,
You are all hard and cool.

And when I opened my eyes,
You're hanging there,
With your bright eyes and happy smile,
'Cause you are only the poster on my wall.