| When I was a child
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| Whenever I’d fall
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| Skinning my elbows and knees
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| Mommy or daddy would kiss away tears
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| Kiss all the places I need
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| Scraped, scratched to broken
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| A kiss was a token
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| That mended and cured every part
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| Then I grew up and fell in love
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| Fell so hard that it broke my heart
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| And now, there you are
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| To kiss it and make it all better
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| Kiss me and heal all this hurt
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| Kiss me all over, and over all over
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| Cause that’s where it hurts the worst
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| Damsel in distress in a red satin dress
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| A knight with his armor askew
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| Two broken hearts and all other parts
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| Left in lost love’s residue
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| Came in for a drink, so I wouldn’t think
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| To erase every thought from my head
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| But on second thought, I thought we ought
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| To see each other safely abed
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| Kiss it and make it all better
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| Kiss me and heal all this hurt
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| Kiss me all over, and over all over
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| Cause that’s where it hurts the worst
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| I need a shoulder to cry on, to lean on
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| Two loving arms to hold me
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| Tender words said to make me forget
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| And two lips to kiss me to sleep
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| So kiss it and make it all better
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| Kiss me and heal all this hurt
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| Kiss me all over, and over all over
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| Cause that’s where it hurts the worst
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| Kiss me tonight and make it all right
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| Just kiss it and make it all better
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| Kiss it and make it all better
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| Kiss me and heal all this hurt
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| Kiss me all over, and over all over
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| Cause that’s where it hurts the worst
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| Cause that’s where it hurts the worst
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| Kiss it, make it better
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| Kiss it, make it better |