Hey kid who wears his heart on his sleeve,
a tender heart is no cause to grieve.
Every time you open your arms,
You fling it away toward liars and theives.
Hey kid, stand and walk.
You deserve better than all this talk.
Don't be ashamed of your gentle soul
and don't listen to whatever you're told.
They don't know the warmth of your hand
when everything else around you is cold.
Hey kid, stand and walk.
You'll do better without all this talk.
One harsh word would knock you right over.
Those whispers and shouts - hey kid, take cover.
But don't worry about a fall to the ground.
With your hand in mine, I'll hold you up, brother.
Oh brother, stand and walk.
They can kill you with all of their talk.
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