As a child, I used to have that trouble
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That I liked to fight
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I gave wounds, reaped wounds
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And he laughed at the scars
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So they started saying I was a troublemaker and a brawler
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And I often almost cried!
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However, I did not offer peace for free
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And so it went on
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I met a girl in the third spring
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And in that I looked
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When the boys played the line for her
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I went to beat them
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And she says she doesn't want to waste time with the wrestler
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So I lost my first love, take it off!
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The grass shed those tears a long time ago
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What does one loss mean?
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The grass shed those tears a long time ago
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And look, it's still green today
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Then the children's fights slowly thinned
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The scream passed my threshold
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And the young bird of prey fluttered its wings
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When I reach the strings'
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For me, the strings on the fingerboard were suddenly everything
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And what other loves did I lose because of them?
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The grass shed those tears a long time ago
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I caught it - laughing in the meantime
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The grass shed those tears a long time ago
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I know
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So goodbye love and be healthy!
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What does one loss mean?
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The grass shed those tears a long time ago
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And look, it's still green today
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Don't blame me, you in the distance
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That I liked to fight
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Maybe the bumps were worth it to me
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Even the punishment was worth it
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The bigger the love, the bigger my win today
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And what about the others who have been there a long time ago?
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Sometimes they slammed, sometimes they played
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And life went on
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Life went on
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Life goes on |