I don’t mind a little change,
Even from the sun I’ll take the rain,
Every now and again
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i was five and he was six
we would ride horses made of sticks
he wore black, i wore white
he would always win the fight
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All the years of tears streaming down our faces,
All the years of hope and happiness fading away,
You came to our rescue, you took all the blame
You healed our spirits and made the nightmares go away.
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