| He says it’s none of my damn bussiness
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| How much he drinks
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| And he doesn’t have a problem
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| No matter what the whole town thinks
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| At his baby’s birthday party
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| There was whiskey on his breath
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| Everybody wants to save him
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| But he’s not ready yet
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| You wanna scream, you wanna cry
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| You want someone to tell you why
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| All the hope that’s in your heart is not enough
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| You hit your knees, you shake your fists
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| Oh, it’s the deepest wound there is
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| When you can’t help the one you love
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| Her reads the bible
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| Her father sits and snores
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| They’re with her every minute
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| 'Cause they may not have many more
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| She was dancing in New Orleans
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| Only seven weeks ago
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| Life may go on with out her
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| But not the life we know
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| You wanna scream, you wanna cry
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| You want someone to tell you why
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| All the hope that’s in your heart is not enough
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| You hit your knees, you shake your fists
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| Oh, it’s the deepest wound there is
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| When you can’t help the one you love
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| When someone’s slipping away
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| Right before your eyes
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| How useless we are
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| Is a painful surprise
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| You wanna scream, you wanna cry
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| You want someone to tell you why
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| All the hope that’s in your heart is not enough
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| You hit your knees, you shake your fists
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| Oh, it’s the deepest wound there is
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| When you can’t help the one you love
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| When you can’t help the one you love… |