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Bring the bag of broken bones from the closet
Skeletons of memories I can’t change
Buried in the bottom are best times
Of dead man with the face of my good name
Grasp the flask and pour myself a strong one
Tough at times to keep those devils down
A better man than me might live a good life
Better times for me can still be found
Where is the freedom
From the shackles of my shame
Until tomorrow
I gotta find myself today
Forgive my imperfections
And all I’ve never done
You might be a lot like me
I’m Papa’s only son
Bring me my tomorrows
Time to jump and run
There’s more to me than what you see
I’m Momma’s only son
Haunted dreams bring a sleepless sunrise
Hide away the tears I’ve yet to shed
Off to work to share a smile with old friends
And talk about the things we’ve never said
Wishing I was dancing by the jukebox
Sharing hearts with memories left to make
Living out best times of a new life
Respecting all the years of yesterdays
Where is the freedom
From the shackles of my shame
Until tomorrow
I gotta find myself today
Forgive my imperfections
And all I’ve never done
You might be a lot like me
I’m Papa’s only son
Bring me my tomorrows
Time to jump and run
There’s more to me than what you see
I’m Momma’s only son
Shout it out
Sing it loud
Like Easter Sunday Church
We’ll arise, testify
Love is in the word
Forgiven sons & daughters
For all we’ve never done
You might be a lot like me
We’re Papa’s only ones
Bring us more tomorrows
The best is yet to come
Comfort, love, and shelter
We’re Momma’s only ones.
We’re Papa’s only ones
Daughters and the sons
We’re the only ones
The weary roads we wander
Lead our hearts back home
A true soul tribe revival
In Momma and Papa’s love
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