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The boy only wanted to give Mother something |
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And all of her roses had bloomed |
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Looking at her as he came rushing in with them |
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Knowing her roses were doomed |
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All she could see were some thorns buried deep |
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And the tears that he cried as she tended his wounds |
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And she knew it was love |
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It was one she could understand |
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He was showing his love |
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And that's how he hurt his hands |
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He still remembers that night as child |
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On his mother's knee |
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She held him close and she opened her bible |
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And quietly started to read |
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And seeing a picture of Jesus he cried out |
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"Momma, he's got some scars just like me." |
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And he knew it was love |
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It was one he could understand |
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He was showing his love |
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And that's how he hurt his hands |
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Now the boy's grown and moved out on his own |
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When Uncle Sam comes along |
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A foreign affair, but our young men were there |
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And luck had his number drawn |
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It wasn't that long till our hero was gone |
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He gave to a friend what he learned from the cross |
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But they knew it was love |
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It was one they could understand |
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He was showing his love |
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And that's how he hurt his hands |
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It was one they could understand |
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He was showing his love |
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And that's how he hurt his hands |
