| Mama’s so strong, but her body’s tired
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| But she jumps up to hug me when I come home
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| And Dad hates to smoke, but he chews tobacco
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| And he taught me to find God on my own
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| And Kendall is no stranger to trouble
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| But her boys are gonna love that crazy soul
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| Oh, and Britney’s still scared from after Banner
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| But if Andrew was here, he’d be proud of her
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| So, maybe love was always near
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| Maybe love needs the fear
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| Well, maybe love is a broken thing
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| Maybe love needs the pain
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| So I chainsmoke the pack in Salt Lake City
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| And your voice sounds the same when I’m alone
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| I was drunk at the wheel in Norfolk, Virginia
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| Oh, and I came to tears thinking of her
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| Oh, and darling, I know that I haven’t told you
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| But you mean more to me than you must know
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| But my head’s full of fear and my heart of sorrow
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| But when I’m patient enough, your voice echoes
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| So, maybe love was always near
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| Maybe love needs the fear
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| Well, maybe love is a broken thing
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| Maybe love needs the pain
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| It’s carrying you up, it’s carrying you up
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| Don’t let it go, I’m so far away
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| It’s carrying you up, it’s carrying you up
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| Don’t let it go, I’m so far away |