| Lights are shining bright, it’s always downtown on the road
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| I have friends that come from outta town, asking me to go
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| They say, «There's so much going on
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| Why don’t you come along and show us around?»
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| I tell them Karen’s not feeling well, so I probably shouldn’t go out
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| Besides I’ve gotta fix it list of things I need to do around the house
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| Then I hang up the phone
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| Turn the radio back on, and sit back down
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| I know my boy ain’t here, but he ain’t gone
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| In the morning, I wake up, give her a kiss, head to the kitchen
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| Pour a cup of wake-me-up and try to rouse up some ambition
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| Go outside, sit by myself, but I ain’t alone
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| I’ve got the Father, my son, and the Holy Ghost
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| I’ve been beat up, I’ve been pushed and shoved, but never-ever really knocked
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| down
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| Between mom and dad, Uncle Sam and friends, I somehow always pulled out
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| But the pain of this was more
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| Than I’d ever felt before, yeah, I was broke
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| I cried, and cried, and cried until I passed out on the floor
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| Then I prayed, and prayed, and prayed 'til I thought I couldn’t pray anymore
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| And minute by minute, day by day, my God, He gave me hope
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| I know my boy ain’t here, but he ain’t gone
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| In the mornings I wake up, give her a kiss, head to the kitchen
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| Pour a cup of wake-me-up and try to rouse up some ambition
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| Go outside, sit by myself, and I ain’t alone
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| See, I’ve got the Father, my son, and the Holy Ghost
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| I hope, I love, I pray, I cry
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| I heal a little more each day inside
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| I won’t completely heal 'til I go home
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| In the mornings I wake up, give her a kiss, head to the kitchen
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| Pour a cup of wake-me-up and try to rouse up some ambition
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| Go outside, sit by myself, but I ain’t alone
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| I’ve got the Father, my son, and the Holy Ghost
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| One day I’ll wake up and I’ll be home
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| With the Father, my son
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| And the Holy Ghost |