| Pictures on her wall, a bible in her hand
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| Children never call, she misses her old man
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| Rain on the window, quiet as a tear
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| And if you never felt 'em, never know they’re here
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| Someone’s cryin' in the hall
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| Good Lord, help us all
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| While we try to stay afloat
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| If you would, Lord, send a boat
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| Holes in the wall, a bottle by his bed
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| Holes in his past, empty as his head
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| He’s younger when he dreams, he’s older than his years
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| And if he never wakes up, he’ll know why he’s here
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| Someone’s cryin' in the hall
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| Good Lord, help us all
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| While we try to stay afloat
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| If you would, Lord, send a boat
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| The writing’s on the wall, there’s a bruise on his face
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| Daddies come and go, his momma’s on a date
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| He’s just cold and hungry, and playin' ain’t no fun
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| And if he ever grows up, he’ll get him a gun
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| Someone’s cryin' in the hall
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| Good Lord, help us all
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| While we try to stay afloat
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| If you would, Lord, send a boat
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| If you would, Lord, send a boat |