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I was born three months too early |
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The doctor gave me thirty days |
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But I must've had my momma's will |
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And God's amazing grace |
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I guess I'll keep on livin' even if this loves to die for' |
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Cause your bags are packed and |
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I ain't cryin' |
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Your walking out and |
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I'm not tryin' |
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To change your mind 'cause |
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I was born to be |
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The baby girl without a chance |
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A victim of the circumstance |
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The one who oughta give up |
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But she's just too hard headed |
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A single mom who works two jobs |
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Who loves her kids and never stops |
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With gentle hands and a heart of a fighter |
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I'm a survivor |
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I don't believe in self-pity |
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It only brings you down |
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Maybe the queen of broken hearts |
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But I don't hide behind the crown |
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When the deck is stacked against me |
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I just play a different game |
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My roots are planted in the past |
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And though my life is changing fast |
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Who I am is who |
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I wanna be |
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The baby girl without a chance |
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A victim of circumstance |
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The one who oughta give up |
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But she's just too hard headed |
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A single mom who works two jobs |
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Who loves her kids and never stops |
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With gentle hands and a heart of a fighter |
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I'm a survivor |
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Oh, a single mom who works two jobs |
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Who loves her kids and never stops |
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With gentle hands and a heart of a fighter |
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I'm a survivor |
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But I must've had my momma's will |
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And God's amazing grace |
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I'm a survivor |
