| He hasn’t seen a drop of rain for months it seems
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| Rollin’river is nothing but a trickling stream
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| The crops are dying in the harsh sunlight
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| The dust on his tongue is dry
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| The fatted calf is down to skin and bones
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| We carry on Alone in the city and she’s only seventeen
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| The boy left her black and blue in the street so mean
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| Just twelve weeks along and she’s got a life inside
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| Says she’s never ever felt so alone
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| She walks in the shelter, they say «welcome home»
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| And we carry on When our lives come undone
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| We carry on Cause there’s promise in the morning sun
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| We carry on As the dark surrenders to the dawn
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| We were born to overcome
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| We carry on Beyond the picket fences and the oil wells
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| The happy endings and the fairy tales
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| Is the reality of shattered lives and broken dreams
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| We carry on It’s the family that grieves for a lost loved one
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| It’s the soldier who won’t leave til the job is done
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| It’s the addict trying to turn his life around
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| It’s picking yourself off the ground when you’ve been knocked down
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| And we carry on When our lives come undone
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| We carry on Cause there’s promise in the morning sun
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| We carry on As the dark surrenders to the dawn
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| We were born to overcome
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| We carry on When our lives come undone
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| We carry on Cause there’s promise in the morning sun
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| We carry on As the dark surrenders to the dawn
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| We were born to overcome
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| We carry on He stands in the field, cooled by the winds of change
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| She smiles as her baby moves and it starts to rain |