| Seventy hours a week
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| It amazes me the power in her feet
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| With no sleep she raised me
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| A cocktail waitress with three babies
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| Who will not fail in a race to try and save me
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| From humiliation pain and heartache
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| And still I don’t hesitate to learn it the hard way
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| She knows she can’t control that
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| But I love her every effort
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| It just shows where her souls at
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| And I know that she hated our poverty
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| And the clothes donated by the Salvation Army
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| Honestly I stare at her honorably
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| She’s more then a mom to me
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| Whole-heartedly I say that
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| Knowing there is no pay back
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| For those who are constantly giving
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| I just pray that she knows that I care and love her
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| I see the cross she bares
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| As she walks through the struggle
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| And still she remains humble in uncertainty
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| As her life changed with two major brain surgeries
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| And an insurance agency she gotta argue with
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| To get the medicine she needs inside her arteries
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| And though it’s hard for me
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| To understand just how she does it
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| I know I’m a better man because of it
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| So many cracks that us people can fall through
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| Yet the love of your mother still calls you
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| Father is an ex-marine
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| And for my moms I know he’d drop everything
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| Reading psalms he’d stop and try to tell me things
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| He knew I wouldn’t understand
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| Until I got inside the hell of things
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| And the bell would ring and I would go rounds
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| Fighting on a similar road he had to go down
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| Without him I’d have no sound no soul
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| And definitely no rock and roll
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| Regardless of the copies I sold he still backs me
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| Reaching for that level as the devil keeps attacking me
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| Is this how it has to be
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| Well if it happens to you then it happens to me
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| He said that’s the meaning of family
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| Form a team of the people you love understand me
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| He always knew that there was more to me
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| Supporting me
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| Reassuring me to be proud of being Portuguese
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| And though I’m sure that he
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| Don’t understand just how I love him
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| The conversation we had and how I learned from them
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| Contemplating with dad on how the worlds turning
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| Concentrating on the good
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| When the bad is hurting someone
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| I heard from someone
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| We are the light that shines through
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| And it helps to know your family is right behind you
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| So many cracks that us people can fall through
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| Yet the love of your father still calls you |