| They grew up in east St Louis
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| On the wrong side of the river
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| Never knew his dad and his mama had
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| A taste for cheap corn liquor
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| Started running with a gang
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| Despite his grandma’s prayers
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| If the finish line was a chalk outline
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| Well he was halfway there
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| Then one night as he was walking out the door
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| She threw her arms around him
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| Like he was going off to war
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| She kissed him on the forehead
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| Whispered three words in his ear
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| And all the anger he held on to
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| Began to disappear
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| Love wins
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| No matter what they say
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| It’s bigger than the biggest fear
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| Stronger than the strongest hate
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| The kindness of a kiss
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| Unclenches any fist
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| It’s like a daisy in the barrel of a gun
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| But in the end
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| Love wins
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| Tommy tattooed his hatred
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| Up and down his arm
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| He shaved his head those words in red
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| Never entered his cold heart
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| He spent his whole life judging
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| People by the colour of their skin
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| White was right you couldn’t change his mind
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| No matter what you did
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| Then one night
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| A gang jumped him from behind
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| He was dying in that alley
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| When Ray came walking by |
| The colour didn’t matter
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| As he reached out a saving hand
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| And ever since that moment
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| Tommy’s been a different man
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| When it looks like it’s going to lose
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| When it’s almost dark
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| The clouds just part
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| The sun comes shining through
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| Love wins |