| You sat as still as one at the dinner table
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| With nothing to say after grace
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| You were hard as one 'cause you had to be
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| Yeah, the oldest ones turn out that way
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| And if I had me one for every time you let me down
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| I’d build a wall
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| I guess I did
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| Yeah, you taught me all about which ones sink
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| Which ones skip
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| But there’s throwin' ones
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| And rollin' ones
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| Gettin' us to open up was like gettin' blood from one
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| The steppin' kind
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| The steady kind
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| The, «Hey, I’ve got your back,"ones you can stand behind
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| I’m just now findin' out now that you’re gone
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| We were cut from the same stone
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| I sway like you
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| When I get nervous
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| I’m shy like you, but most folks couldn’t tell
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| I get the same shade of red as you did when I’m angry
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| I’m red right now 'cause I’m mad as hell
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| At the throwin' ones
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| The rollin' ones
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| Gettin' us to open up was like gettin' blood from one
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| The steppin' kind
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| The steady kind
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| The, «Hey, I’ve got your back,"ones you can stand behind
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| I’m just now findin' out now that you’re gone
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| We were cut from the same stone
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| Yeah, there’s a lot of things that should be written in one
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| But your name ain’t one of 'em
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| So I carry one
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| And it’s a heavy one
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| I’m just now findin' out now that you’re gone
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| We were cut from the same stone
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| The same stone |