| Got a lot of answers I’m looking for in these meds
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| 'Bout time I talk to somebody, shrink my head
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| A lot of promises, broken things that were said
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| And I can’t get out of this bed
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| Got bruises on my heart, plenty scars on my mind
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| Got blisters under the band-aid over my life
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| Gonna rip it open and show the world what’s there
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| Lord knows I’m not perfect
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| When everything around me starts to fall
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| I rise up again to the call
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| We’re all just a little bit broken (Yeah)
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| We’re all just a little bit hurt (Yeah)
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| We’ve all got wounds half open (Yeah)
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| We all can use a little work
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| A little work, a little
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| Gotta wait first of the month to pick up that check
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| He bounced, and left, it was over, never came back
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| Had a lot of questions 'bout daddy after he left
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| Now it’s just momma and them kids, and she said
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| «I'll hold her down, don’t you worry, we’ll find a way
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| No matter how, I’ll make sure the bills get paid»
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| She gave it all and thank God their mouths got fed
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| She prayed the cycle would end
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| When everything around us starts to fall
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| We rise up again to the call
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| We’re all just a little bit broken (Yeah)
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| We’re all just a little bit hurt (Yeah)
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| We’ve all got wounds half open (Yeah)
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| We all can use a little work
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| A little work, a little
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| Sometimes when you feel like you need it
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| They send in the medic, woah
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| But if it’s your soul that is bleeding
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| That slow drip won’t help it, no
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| It’s time to get up to the front of the line
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| The guards of the battle and straight for the mind
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| Well, well, well, well
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| There’s nothing that’s holding you down
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| Stuck on the ground, far from the crown
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| 'Cause you are a warrior more than you know
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| We’re all just a little bit broken (Ye-e-ah)
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| We’re all just a little bit hurt (Ye-e-ah)
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| We’ve all got wounds half open (Ye-e-ah)
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| We all can use a little work
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| A little work, a little (A little, a little)
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| A little |