| Line of limousines leaves one by one
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| The prayers been prayed, the hymns been sung
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| Black mascara’s already run
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| But the tears keep flowin'
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| You can blame it on hate or blame it on guns
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| But mama’s ain’t supposed to bury their sons
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| Left a hole in her heart and it still ain’t done
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| The bullet keeps on goin'
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| Through every branch of his family tree
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| Every birthday that he’ll never see
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| Every chance to live a good life that was stolen
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| Through the son he’ll never get to raise
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| His daughter on her wedding day
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| Wishin' it was his hands she was holdin'
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| 'Till every heart that’s left to break is broken
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| The bullet keeps on goin'
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| The grass grows back around the stone
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| And friends stop checkin' in on the phone
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| The camera crews have all moved on
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| But the wound’s still open
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| The bullet keeps on goin'
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| Through every branch of his family tree
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| Every birthday that he’ll never see
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| Every chance to live a good life that was stolen
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| Through the son he’ll never get to raise
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| His daughter on her wedding day
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| Wishin' it was his hands she was holdin'
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| 'Till every heart that’s left to break is broken
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| The bullet keeps on goin', yeah
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| Oh, whoa
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| Line of limousines leaving one by one
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| The prayers been prayed, the hymns been sung
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| Oh, mama’s ain’t supposed to bury their sons
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| The bullet keeps on goin'
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| Through the son he’ll never get to raise
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| His daughter on her wedding day
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| Wishin' it was his hands she was holdin'
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| 'Till every heart that’s left to break is broken
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| The bullet keeps on goin'
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| The bullet keeps on goin' |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Bullet , by - Carrie Underwood. Song from the album Cry Pretty, in the genre Кантри