Little sister don't you cry Lay your head down, close your eyes Your heart is aching, mine is aching for you
Little sister don't you cry Lay your head down close your eyes and dream of when before your man looked at you
you'll find true love again the mud gets washed off with the rain
do you see the lines around my eyes? they trace the tracks of the tears, i cried inside for a boy who loved me true who found some how like you he could not see the point in going on
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