| Woke up to snow, it’s Christmas again
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| But you’re still not home, got thrown in the pen
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| And I’m six years old sitting here thinking «Why am I always alone?»
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| So I watch my momma from the back of the van
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| She drove along, and having seven kids
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| Must have been hard, but daddy couldn’t stay out of the bar
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| It’s a crying game, seeing him in prison on Christmas day
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| Twenty years later still such a shame to have a broken heart at such a young age
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| Now it’s all the same, it’s a crying game
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| I missed the call and woke to find my brother was gone
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| That’s when I lost my mind at eighteen years old
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| Wondering how life could be so cold
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| But we came together, like never before
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| All my brothers and sisters kept momma at shore til we lost another
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| It’s hard to know just what to think no more
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| It’s a crying game, to have to put my brothers in their graves
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| Life ain’t perfect, but it’s such a shame
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| They left behind the stories that they never made
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| Now it’s all the same, it’s a crying game
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| Living and loving gets me through the pain
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| Don’t take for granted a soul or a day
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| Anywhere I’m going it’s crazy to think
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| That there’s a million other people out there playing
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| Crying game
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| There’s no winning and no one to blame
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| Life is fragile and can slip away and let me tell you when it does,
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| it’s such a shame
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| But it’s all the same, it’s a crying game |