: One day the boy decided To let them know the way he felt inside He could not stand to hide it His mother she broke down and cried Oh my father Why
talk to me now? Oh my mother Do you still cry yourself to sleep? Are you still proud of your little boy? Don't be afraid You don't have to hideaway
One day the boy decided to let them know the way he felt inside He could not stand to hide it His mother, she broke down and cried Oh my Father, why
One day the boy decided To let them know the way he felt inside He could not stand to hide it His mother she broke down and cried Oh my father Why don
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you talk to me now? Oh my mother Do you still cry yourself to sleep? Are you still proud of your little boy? Don't be afraid You don't have to hideaway