I know a guy, he puts the color inside of my world. But he's just like a maze where all of the walls all continually change. And I've done all I can to stand on his steps with my heart in my hand. Now I'm starting to see maybe it's got nothing to do with me. Boys, you can break. You'll find out how much they can take. Boys will be strong and boys, soldier on. But boys would be gone without the warmth from a woman's good, good heart.
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