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Try hard to make the world look bright today Try hard to make my nightmares go away Try hard to keep the fear away The cold of day, try hard Try hard to play the games the world would like you to play But people, they don't really listen Their smiles are the keys to the prison I'll call on the angels, to hold my head softly They'll always remember . . . Stories of Johnny Try hard to make my anger go away Try hard to make my money last the day (no way) Try hard to keep away the pain Stop the rain, try hard Try hard to fly a thousand miles away But people, they don't really listen Their smiles are the keys to the prison I'll call on the angels, to hold my head softly They'll always remember . . . Stories of Johnny My smoky lover . . . will close my eyes forever Stories of Johnny From Letras Mania