| A lonely mother gazing out of her window
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| Staring at her son that she just can’t touch
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| If at any time he’s in a jam
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| She’ll be by his side
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| But he doesn’t realize he hurts her so much
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| But all the praying just ain’t hellpin'
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| At all 'cause he can’t seem to keep
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| His self out of trouble
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| So he goes out and he makes his money
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| The best way he knows how
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| Another body laying cold in the gutter
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| Listen to me
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| Don’t go chasing waterfalls
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| Please stick to the rivers and the lakes that
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| You’re used to
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| I know that you’re gonna have it your way
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| Or nothing at all
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| But I think you re moving too fast
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| Little precious has a natural obsession
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| For temptation but he just can’t see
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| She gives him loving that his body can’t handle
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| But all he can say is baby is good to me
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| One day he goes and takes a glimpse
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| In the mirror
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| But he doesn’t recognize his own face
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| His health is fading and he doesn’t know why
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| 3 letters took him to his final resting place
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| Y’all don’t hear me
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| I seen a rainbow yesterday
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| But too many storms have come and gone
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| Leavin' a trace of not one God given ray
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| You say because my life is ten shades of grey
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| I prey all ten fade away
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| Seldom praise him for the sunny days
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| And like his promise is true
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| Only my faith can undo
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| The many chances I blew
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| To bring my life to anew
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| Clear blue and unconditional skies
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| Have dried the tears from my eyes
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| No more lonely cries
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| My only bleedin' hope
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| Is for the folk who can’t cope
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| Wit such an endurin' pain
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| That it keeps 'em in the puourin' rain
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| Who’s to blame
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| For tootin' caine in your own vein
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| What a shame
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| You shoot and aim for someone else’s brain
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| You claim the insane
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| And name this day and time
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| For fallin' prey to crime
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| I say the system got you victim to your own mind
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| Dreams are hopeless aspirations
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| In hopes of comin' true
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| Believe in yourself
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| The rest is up to me and you |