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His old man was a rebel yeller |
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Bad boy to the bone |
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He'd say, "Can't trust that other fella" |
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He'd judge 'em by the tone of their skin |
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He was raised to think like his dad |
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Narrow mind full of hate |
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On the road to no where fast |
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Till the grace of God got in the way |
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Then he saw the light and hit his knees |
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And cried and said a prayer |
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Rose up a brand new man |
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Left the old one right there |
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Here's to the strong, thanks to the brave |
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Don't give up hope, some people change |
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Against all odds, against the grain |
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Love finds a way, some people change |
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She was born with her mother's habit |
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You could say, it's in her blood |
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She hates that she's gotta have it |
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As she fills her glass up |
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She'd love to kill that bottle |
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But all she can think about |
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Is a, a better life, a second chance |
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And everyone she's letting down |
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She throws that bottle down |
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Here's to the strong, thanks to the brave |
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Don't give up hope, some people change |
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Against all odds, against the grain |
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Love finds a way, some people change |
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Thank God for those who make it |
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Let them be the light, let them be the light |
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(Some people change) |
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Here's to the strong, thanks to the brave |
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Don't give up hope, some people change |
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Against all odds, against the grain |
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Love finds a way, some people change, some people change |
