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My momma was raised in a little house
Right on the Georgia line
Middle of the three to a mother who drank
Way too much sometimes
She left home when she turned 18
For a different kind of life
She fell for somebody with some southern charm
She thought just might treat her right

She became a mother, became a wife
And they got used to they way they'd fight
So the cycle keeps going
And now it's his heart that's broken

You can hide your scars, ignore your pain
But it all comes out in other ways
And you don't know, when so you're living on pins and needles
So we do our best getting through our days
But deep down it feels like we're all the same
Nobody's good, nobody's evil
But hurt people hurt people

I knew they wouldn't understand but I told them anyway
And 10 years later, I'm still waiting for time to heal this pain
My daddy said: "I want you to know that we're not proud of you"
So I left home, all on my own just like hurt people do
They always told me: "you got your mother's eyes"
And I saw it clearly as we both cried
And the cycle keeps going
And now it's my heart that's broken

You can hide your scars, ignore your pain
But it all comes out in other ways
And you don't know when so you're living on pins and needles
So we do our best getting through our days
But deep down it feels like were all the same
Nobody's good, nobody's evil
But hurt people hurt people
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