Don't hurt you, Just hold you, And make you happy. The things you do...
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Listen my son, One thing I've learned And I know it. Bombers can open bomb bays
Love all you can This precious thing Called your own life. Remember, bombers can open bomb bays.
Might you meet somebody That has your mother's eyes and smile. Might you meet them, Don't blow them away. Don't hurt them, just hold them, Make someone happy.
The things you do, it's up to you, Try being happy. And I say I can believe it, And I do. I do believe there's hope for you.
You There's hope for you. You There's hope for you
Listen my son, I'm in a war And I know it, Remember, bombers can open bomb bays.
Complimentary worship May close your many open doors. Might you be cool, Don't get blown away, Don't hurt you, just hold you And make you happy.
The things you do, it's up to you Try being happy. And I say I can believe it, And I do. I do believe there's hope for you.