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What's a boy supposed to see |
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When he's staring in the mirror at 13 |
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Where's the man that he wants to be |
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He must be hiding behind the lies that he's too weak |
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I was there when they pushed you down |
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Wiped the blood from your knees when you got up off the ground |
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No one ever knew you the way I did |
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They never saw the man you'd be |
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When they laughed at the awkward kid |
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No on else believed that you could fly |
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They couldn't see the man you'd be |
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But it's wonderful to watch you rise |
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What could make a child a man (help him understand) |
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When he's looking at the scars that mar his gentle hands |
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Where's the mercy that he needs |
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It must be hiding behind the pain that they can't speak |
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(It must be hiding behind the cut that makes them bleed) |
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I was there when they pushed you down |
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Wiped the blood from your knees when you got up off the ground |
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I was there when they crowned you king |
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Wiped the blood from your feet when you hung from the tree |
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No one ever knew you the way I did |
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They never saw you in the child |
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As they laughed at his awkwardness |
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No one else believed that you could fly |
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They couldn't see the man you'd be |
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But it's wonderful to watch you rise |
