| She sits alone, an empty stare
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| A mother’s face she wears
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| Where did she go wrong
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| The fight is gone
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| Lord help this broken home
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| Hey, mother, father, sister
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| Hey, come back, trying, believing
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| Hey, mother, father, dreamer
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| Don’t you know that I’m alive for you
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| I’m your seventh son
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| And when lighting strikes the family
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| Have faith, believe
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| With dreams he tried, oh, lost his pride
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| He drinks his life away
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| One photograph, oh, in broken glass
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| It should not end this way
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| Through bitter tears
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| And wounded years, those ties
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| Of blood were strong
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| So much to say, those yesterdays
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| So now don’t you turn away
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| Hey, mother, father, sister
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| Hey, yeah, come back, trying, believing
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| Oh, hey, mother, father, dreamer
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| Don’t you know that I’m alive for you
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| I’m your seventh son
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| And when lighting strikes the family
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| Have faith, believe
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| Don’t you know that I’m alive for you
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| I’m your seventh son
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| And when lighting strikes the family
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| Have faith, believe
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| Have faith, believe
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| Believe |