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When it's family, you forgive them for they know not what they do |
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When it's family, you accept them, 'cause you have no choice but to |
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When it's family, they're a mirror of the worst and best in you |
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And they always put you to the test |
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And you always try to do your best |
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And just pray for god to do the rest, when it's family |
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Some are preachers, some are gay |
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Some are addicts, drunks and strays |
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But not a one is turned away, when it's family |
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Some are lucky, others ain't |
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Some are fighters, others faint |
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Winners, losers, sinners, saints, it's all family |
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And when it's family you trust them and your heart's an open door |
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When it's family, you tolerate what you'd kill others for |
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When it's family, you love and hate and take, then give some more |
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Somehow you justify mistakes, try to find some better way |
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To solve the problems day to day, in the family |
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You take the trouble as it comes and love them more than anyone |
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Good or bad or indifferent, it's still family |
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You choose your lovers, you pick your friends |
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Not the family that you're in, nah |
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They'll be with you 'til the end, 'cause it's family |
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And when it's family, you forgive them for they know not what they do |
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When it's family, they're a mirror of the worst and best in you |
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When it's family, when it's family |
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Let me be all that i should be to the family |