| Another hard night to get through again
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| Draw the curtain, turn off the light
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| I know you’re hurtin', he was your friend
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| Come and tell you, you’ll be alright
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| Tattered and torn in two
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| There’s only one thing I can think of to do
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| I’ll pull out my thimble, my needle and thread
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| And I’ll stitch you back up like new
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| Holding hands, stealing sweet kisses
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| Boy thinks he’s fallen in love
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| She broke his heart now he’s crying his eyes out
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| Among us he’ll push or come shove
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| Tattered and torn in two
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| There’s only one thing I can think of to do
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| I’ll pull out my thimble, my needle and thread
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| And I’ll stitch you back up like new
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| Someday my son, you’ll be a man
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| With a child and life of your own
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| It may not be now, someday you’ll understand
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| To care for each stitch that you’ve sewn
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| Trust me son
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| Someday when I’m gone
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| These stitches will stay strong for you
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| Tattered and torn in two
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| There’s only one thing I can think of to do
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| I’ll pull out my thimble, my needle and thread
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| And stitch you back up
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| Oh I’ll stitch you back up
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| I’ll stitch you back up like new |