| She was thirty years something when she crossed the line
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| Between southern Virginia and North Carolina
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| She was running away from a broken heart
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| With two sleeping children in the back of the car
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| The man she had promised her whole life to
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| Had told her that he’d found somebody new
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| Part of her wished she could lay down and die
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| But the part in charge looked him straight in the eyes instead
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| And that’s when she said
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| Instead
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| I’ve got three good reasons to survive
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| One is eight years old
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| And one will soon be turning five
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| The third one is a woman
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| Who still has her pride
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| And that makes three good reasons to survive
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| She called some friends up in Rocky Mount
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| Who said they’d be glad to help her out
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| They put her and the children in the spare bedroom
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| She promised she’d find her own place soon
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| And she thanked 'em for their help
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| And said softly to herself
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| I’ve got three good reasons to survive
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| One is eight years old
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| And one will soon be turning five
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| The third one is a woman
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| Who still has her pride
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| And that makes three good reasons to survive
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| Now she’s made a brand new home
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| Her laughter’s back, her tears are gone
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| If you ask what made her strong
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| She’ll just smile and say
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| I had three good reasons to survive
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| One is eight years old
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| And one has just turned five
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| The third one is a woman
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| Who never lost her pride
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| And that makes three good reasons to survive
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| Oh I had three good reasons to survive
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| Three good reasons
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| To survive
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| Oh, three good reasons to survive |