You've got walls worth tearing down.
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You've got words worth listening to.
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But you've been scarred just like your Mama said you might.
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But you still treat people right, every night.
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But you've got ways to make people drop their pain.
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And that's worth everything you take; everything.
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Mary, ain't it something; they never thought that you could make it this far.
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But now you're standing at the corner of Broad and Hollywood Boulevard.
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Mary, ain't it something; they never thought that you could make it at all.
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Without a dollar or a place you could fall, but it's all just ahead of you now.
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You've got a past worth bringing out.
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You've made a path worth following.
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But you've got arms that need to hold more than the streets,
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And the cold beneath the sheets.
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'Cause you've got ways to make me drop me my pain.
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And that's worth every mile it takes to LA.
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Mary, ain't it something; they never thought that we could make it this far.
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But now we're driving past the corner of Broad and Hollywood Boulevard.
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Mary, ain't it something; they never thought that we could make it at all.
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With out a dollar or a place you could fall, but it's all just ahead of us now.
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Mary, ain't it something, we had nothing at all, we had nowhere to fall,
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Now, we've got it all.
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Mary
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