| Billy works on Wall Street
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| In an office on the 22nd floor
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| He never sees how Jenny’s eyes light up each day
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| When he walks through that door
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| While she’s wishin' she could be the one
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| To fill his every need
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| He’s looking back at love he lost
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| Somewhere in Tennessee
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| Trees, can blind us to the forrest
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| 'Til we never even notice
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| All the love that’s right before us
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| We can’t see the flowers that are bloomin'
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| Sometimes the truth gets hidden by the leaves
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| Of trees
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| Becky slams the bedroom door
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| Her mama says tonight she’s stayin' in
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| What gives her the right to make up
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| All the rules and try to pick her friends
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| Becky doesn’t understand a single mother’s job is tough
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| And all her rules are just reflections of a mama’s love
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| Trees, can blind us to the forrest
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| 'Til we never even notice
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| All the love that’s right before us
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| We can’t see the flowers that are bloomin'
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| Sometimes the truth gets hidden by the leaves
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| Of trees
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| There’s beauty all around us
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| If we read between the lines
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| There’s so much waitin' for us
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| If we only look behind |
| Those trees, that blind us to the forrest
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| 'Til we never even notice
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| All the love that’s right before us
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| We can’t see the flowers that are bloomin'
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| Sometimes the truth gets hidden by the leaves
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| Of trees |