| There’s a little boy waiting for the bus
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| On Third Avenue’s edge
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| He holds 25 cents for the ride in his freezing fist
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| 'Cause that’s the only way he can make it
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| Cross town for an education
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| But he thinks
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| I can do this
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| There’s a little girl on the other side of the city
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| Drying her eyes
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| 'Cause she’s going to school with her new look for the first time
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| She puts her hat over her balding head
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| And gives her mom her kiss
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| And she says
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| I can do this
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| They try so hard each day just to survive
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| Two kids
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| So young, so precious
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| Trying to fight for their lives
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| They are so strong
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| Even after all the heartache they’ve been living with
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| And if they can do that
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| I can do this
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| There’s a woman in a bedroom packing up her bags
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| She knows she has to move fast if she wants to get away
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| She looks at her body covered in bruises
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| And she turns to her kids and thinks
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| I can do this
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| They try so hard each day just to survive
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| A mother and her children having to run for their lives
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| They are so strong
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| Even after all the heartache they’ve been living with
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| And if they can do that
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| I can do this
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| Yes, this is the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do
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| But when I think of all the pain and suffering
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| Others have gone through
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| I know that somehow I’ll survive
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| God will see us through
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| I can do this
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| I can do this
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| I can do this
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| I can do this
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| God will see us through |