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My mamaD9 always told me
Son, you'd best go easy down that roaGd"
And she D9said she was sorry
For all the times she couldn't save my soGul
Shoulda lA4istened to her words a little Gmore
A4Before I packed up and I walked right out that dGoor
DD9addy always told me
Son, you'd better love the best you caGn"
AD9nd "Don't look back and be sorry
These moments won't be comin' 'round agGain"
But I feeA4l like I could conquer the whole worGld
WA4hen I look up and see those three little girls G
D9But I get lost, I can't find A4my way
GAll my pieces glued together for the woD9rld to see
D9Mistakes I've made, consumed by somA4e
GTill there's nothing left of me when all is said aD9nd done
D9Now a preacher man once told me
Son, I'm not so sure you can be saGved"
And he sD9aid, "Life is full of choices
And He sees all the bad ones that you've maGde
AA4nd I said "Yeah, you're right, I'll probably go to GHell
But A4goddamn all the stories I canG tell
Cause I'm so loD9st, I can't find my waA4y
All my Gpieces glued together for the wD9orld to see
MistD9akes I've made, consumed by sA4ome
TilGl there's nothing left of me when all is said and dD9one
D9So my mama always told me
Son, you'd best go easy down that Groad"
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