| There’s a light, a different kind of light
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| When we close we close our eyes
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| There’s a place, a distant kind of place
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| We can’t let go just can’t let go
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| There’s a faith, a stronger kind of faith
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| It makes you try just a little harder
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| There’s a time, a lonely kind of time
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| When you know, you simply know
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| That you just can’t fake it
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| A mother’s son knows he never walks alone
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| No matter what he’s become
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| Hard as he tries he can never give it back
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| Life’s too short for a mother’s son
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| There’s a rage, a silent kind of rage
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| It makes you live out on the edge
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| There’s a pain, a different kind of pain
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| Knowing time will change everything
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| You just can’t fake it
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| A mother’s son knows he never walks alone
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| No matter what he’s become
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| Hard as he tries he can never give it back
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| Life’s too short for a mother’s son |