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There was a home in town |
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Where broken kids, the lost & found |
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Would come from miles around |
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Just to see, what love was all about |
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'Cause Momma had a way of makin' things okay |
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She'd cook us our favorite meal |
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Sit and listen to how we feel |
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Oh, how the pain was real |
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How many families what the devil steal? |
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Momma had a way of makin' things okay |
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In that home |
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We knew we were safe |
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To be young enough to dream |
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Find the faith to believe |
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And in that home |
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Love, it had no end |
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It's where we learned to forgive |
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In that home |
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Momma always had the music on |
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Sometimes loud, sometimes soft |
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When I asked her 'bout her favorite song |
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She opened the bible to the book of Psalms |
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She always found a way to talk about grace |
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In that home |
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We knew we were safe |
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To be young enough to dream |
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Find the faith to believe |
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And in that home |
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Love, it had no end |
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That's where we learned to forgive |
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In that home |
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And on that day I got the news |
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That Momma's stay here was almost through |
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I stayed all night by her side |
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Held her hand, looked in her eyes |
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And said, Momma |
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When you're home |
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I know you'll be safe |
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Strong enough to see |
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The faith that you believed |
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And in that home |
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Life will have no end |
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I know I'll see you again |
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In that home |