When I was a young boy, mama taught me Hate is heavy, love is weightless When I was a young boy, my father taught me In darkest moments come human greatness
I’m thinking ’bout the end of the world With you in my arms I’ll be okay, okay I’m thinking ’bout shooting stars They still light up the dark Even as they fall and break
I don’t know what is coming Tomorrow morning But I know one thing If we carry each other (each other) There’s no hit we can’t take
When I was a young boy, mama taught me Hate is heavy, love is weightless When I was a young boy, my father taught me In darkest moments come human greatness
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I’m thinking ’bout the way of the world The boys and the girls Who dream big, dream big We’re all somebody’s son or Someone’s daughter See, we’re not so different
When stormy weather’s calling And the sky is falling I’ll tell you one thing We’re gonna pick up the pieces Think of it this way
When I was a young boy, mama taught me Hate is heavy but love is weightless When I was a young boy, my father taught me In darkest moments come human greatness
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