| Roseanne I still hear your voice
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| It echoes from suburbs outside of Detroit
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| We packed our guitars and our clothes
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| And carved your friend’s minivan down the west coast
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| Birthdays and our friends' weddings
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| We missed them all just to play and to sing
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| You can’t be in every place
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| You learn to extend yourself a little grace
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| Six weeks straight out on the road
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| Driving late after the shows
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| Sleep in places nobody knows
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| I would never trade the memory
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| But I would never say it’s easy
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| You called when your dad almost died
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| You moved back home and then you had a child
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| The way that you care for them both
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| Roseanne, I’ve been there
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| I know it’s no joke
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| My life is the same as before
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| One eye on my family
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| One eye on the door
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| You know what I’m speaking of
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| The sacrifice we make for the ones that we love
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| Six weeks straight out on the road
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| Driving late after the shows
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| Sleep in places nobody knows
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| I would never trade the memory
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| I would never say it’s easy |