| Oh, the things we carry and hold on to
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| Like my mind’s picture of you
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| Mother singing in the kitchen
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| Daddy’s tent revival
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| Finding Muddy Waters and a lost highway
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| On the road to my survival
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| Oh, the memories run together from autumn gold to summer blue
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| With the things we carry and hold on to
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| Oh, the things we carry and can’t let go
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| The cruelties of life I wish I didn’t know
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| What a life is worth
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| And just what freedom costs
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| And how much dying hurts
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| And living with that loss
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| As the angel wings beat and the cold winds blow
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| For the things we carry and can’t let go
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| We are fathers, we are mothers
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| We are sisters we are brothers
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| These are the things that we carry and hold on to
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| Hold on to me baby
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| And I’ll hold on
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| Hold on to me baby
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| And I’ll hold on to you
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| Oh, the things I carry and hold on to
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| And my mind’s whisper of you
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| Music of your voice like a perfect violin
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| Plays soft upon my heart 'til I see you again
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| Song runs like a river and brings me back to you
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| With the things I carry and hold on to
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| We are fathers, we are mothers
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| We are sisters we are brothers
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| These are the things that we carry and hold on to
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| Hold on to me baby
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| And I’ll hold on
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| Hold on to me baby
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| And I’ll hold on
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| Hold on to me baby
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| And I’ll hold on to you
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| Oh, the things we carry and hold on to
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| Like my mind’s picture of you |