| It’s gonna be a long one another graveyard shift
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| As he says goodbye to his wife and kids
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| He spends his life just like his dad’s
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| Driving away under the weight of the badge
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| He’s seen it all in his fifteen years
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| Watching our backs, facing our fears
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| Lord knows it ain’t no easy task
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| Keeping us safe under the weight of the badge
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| He swore that oath to protect and serve
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| Pours his heart and soul into both those words
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| Lays his life on the line
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| The line he walks is razor fine
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| Tempered strength is always tough
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| But he ain’t gonna buckle
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| Under the weight of the badge
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| Not that long ago he woke up in the hospital
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| With his wife and kids praying by his bed
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| He said «I'm gonna be alright, there’s just sometimes you gotta fight»
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| And the truth is nothing truer could be said
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| I do it for us and I do it for them
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| And I ain’t gonna buckle under the weight of the badge
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| It doesn’t weigh a lot until you put it on
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| And the weight of it is staggering
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| Then duty calls each time
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| He knows he’s got to answer
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| And it’s all in the hand of
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| The heavy weight of the badge
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| And he ain’t gonna buckle
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| Under the weight of the badge
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| No he ain’t gonna buckle
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| Under the weight of the badge |