| When I rearrange the pieces of the puzzle of my past
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| I sigh at the heartaches, relive the laughs
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| And I think about the moments that have left their mark
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| And the too few faces that shine a little light in the dark
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| If you don’t mind I’m gonna tell you a story
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| And I think that it won’t bore you
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| For it’s a tale that I’ve never told
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| To anyone before you-- 'cause it’s for you
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| The sun of sixteen summers had put halos in your hair
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| If anything was in my head, twelve winters put it there
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| A dollar an hour is what Mama paid you to come and mind her kids
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| But no one could really pay you enough for what you really did
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| Many happy things keep happening
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| On my journey through this world
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| And in many ways, that I will never understand
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| I was much too late
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| To be the first to make you a woman
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| But you were the one
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| Who made my mother’s son a man
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| You know I used to read myself to sleep when I went to bed
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| I guess I was a dreamer then who lived inside my head
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| But the nights that you came you talked of things, I found I had a friend
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| You brought my fears of people to a sure and gentle end
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| Many happy things keep happening
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| On my journey through this world
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| And in many ways, that I will never understand
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| I was much too late
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| To be the first to make you a woman
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| But you were the one
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| Who made my mother’s son a man
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| Do you remember the night when you turned out the light
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| And said to me: «Please hold me»
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| I did not know which way to go
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| So I did just what you told me «Please hold me»
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| When I think about you now it’s not that my memory fails
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| There’s just no need for graphic telling of all the details
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| Let’s just say you taught me something that brought me from my shell
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| You gave to me that first sweet taste of the heaven here in this hell
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| Many happy things keep happening
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| On my journey through this world
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| And in many ways, that I will never understand
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| I was much too late
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| To be the first to make you a woman
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| But you were the one
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| Who made my mother’s son a man |