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He says it's none of my damn business, |
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how much he drinks. |
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And he doesn't have a problem, |
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no mater what the whole town thinks. |
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At his baby's birthday party, |
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there was whiskey on his breath, |
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Everybody wants to save him, |
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but he's not ready yet. |
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You wanna scream, you wanna cry. |
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You want someone to tell you why, |
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All the hope that's in your heart is not enough. |
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You hit your knees, you shake your fists, |
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Oh, it's the deepest wound there is, |
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When you can't help the one you love. |
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Her sister reads the bible, |
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her father sits an' snores. |
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They're with her every minute, |
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'cause they may not have many more. |
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She was dancin' in New Orleans, |
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only seven weeks ago. |
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Life may go on without her, |
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but not the life we know. |
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You wanna scream, you wanna cry. |
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You want someone to tell you why, |
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All the hope that's in your heart is not enough. |
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You hit your knees, you shake your fists, |
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Oh, it's the deepest wound there is, |
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When you can't help the one you love. |
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When someone's slippin' away, |
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Right before your eyes. |
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How useless we are, |
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Is a painful surprise. |
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You wanna scream, you wanna cry. |
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You want someone to tell you why, |
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All the hope that's in your heart is not enough. |
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You hit your knees, you shake your fists, |
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Oh, it's the deepest wound there is, |
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When you can't help the one you love. |
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When you can't help the one you love. |