| She was born with her momma’s eyes
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| Her momma’s laugh
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| Her momma’s smile
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| Her mommas taste for sweet red wine
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| So at night she grips the bottle tight
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| We all carry something
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| He was raised in a trailer park
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| Where the cops don’t go after dark
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| When his daddy hit, he hit real hard
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| Still walks around with those battle scares
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| We all carry something
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| That makes us who we are
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| Standing in the rain
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| Oh, deep within our hearts
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| Therein lies the pain
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| Know you’re not alone
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| So keep holding on
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| Works Chicago’s South side
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| Totes a badge and a forty-five
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| Watches drug dealers and babies die
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| Sometimes a man can’t help but cry
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| We all carry something
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| And there’s an Army Green Purple Heart
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| Went to fight for the stripes and stars
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| Brought back the war from land afar
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| Still wears that shrapnel in his arm
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| We all carry something
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| That makes us who we are
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| Standing in the rain
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| Oh, deep within our hearts
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| Therein lies the pain
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| Know you’re not alone
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| So keep holding on
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| We all carry something
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| Yeah, keep holding on
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| And know you’re not alone
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| Before he died on the tree
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| Before they nailed his hands and feet
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| He walked right through those city streets
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| Carrying the sins of you and me
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| We all carry something
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| We all carry something |