| The young boy scrapes his knee
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| Or he falls out of a tree
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| And his Mama hears his screams from far away
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| She runs to dry his eye
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| She say’s its O. K to cry
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| 'Cos everything that hurts will go away
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| It goes away it might take years
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| Or a hundred thousand tears
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| But one day the sky will clear it goes awa… y
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| Oh the boy’s just turned sixteen
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| He’s bashful lives in dreams
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| And his heart breaks when the girls go by his way
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| He’s chokin' deep inside
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| From swallowing false pride
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| 'Til he remembers that od prayer it goes away
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| It goes away it might take years
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| Or a hundred thousand tears
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| But one day the sky will clear it goes awa… y
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| The older that we grow
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| Oh the less we seem to know
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| But we still recite the old prayers every day
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| Yeah we hope the bomb won’t drop
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| And all the wars will stop
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| And when our heartbreaks
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| That the pain will go away
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| It goes away it might take years
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| Or a hundred thousand tears
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| But one day the sky will clear it goes awa… y
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| It goes away it might take years
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| Or a hundred thousand tears
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| But one day the sky will clear it goes awa… y |