| I was a child once, the fear of the world in my eye
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| Far from the safety of the other side
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| I colored by numbers, learned how to tie my own shoes
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| Like all of the others I just prayed I’d make it through
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| Prayed I would make it through
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| Oh Mother, look how your boy turned out 300 miles from that small town
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| You never stopped believing
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| Oh Daddy, it hurt to watch you walking out, but understand it made me stronger
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| now
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| And so satisfied, so full of pride, thank you here from the other side
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| I’ll always remember, the kids and how mean they’d been
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| Eleven years old and I could not fit in
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| But I made it through high school and college according to plan
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| Where pressure was never greater to become a man
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| Would I become a man
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| Oh mother…
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| Mother look how your boy turned out 300 miles from that small town
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| And Dad it hurt to watch you walking out, hear the piano do the crying now
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| For all the preachers and the teachers now, for all the ones who never let me
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| down
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| I’m so satisfied, so full of pride, standing here on the other side,
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| thank you here from the other side
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| Outro:
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| Here on the other side I’m taking my time
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| There’s nothing to fear, there’s nothing to worry about on the other side
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| I remember when I thought I’d never find
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| The other side |