A fallen brother,
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He's a
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A fallen husband,
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He's about to be woken in his hospital bed
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Doesn't want to rest
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Just wants to run
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And he's tired of being told that he's the lucky one
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A caped crusader,
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She's a
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Newborn leader, but
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You should see her when her daughter's on the phone
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And she wipes the tears away
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And she laces up because there's still hell to pay
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And it sure feels like hell today
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Today
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And she says,
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You see these hands?
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They're bruised and brown
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They're yours alone
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Hold on love
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We're still going down
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Hold on love
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We're still fighting at home
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The war at home
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Innocence behind his broken expression
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He's a child of mercy
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He's an unlearned lesson
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And he's trying to wake up
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From this wilderness his world has now become
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He's reaching out to those he's running from
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And he says
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You see these hands?
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They're bruised and brown
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They're yours alone
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Hold on now
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We're still going down
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Hold on now
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We're still fighting
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And it's
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One step forward, two steps back
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This is all who are marching
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One step forward, two steps back
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This is young at home
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One step forward, two steps back
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Through the void of the silence
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You are not alone
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You see these hands?
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They're millions strong
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They are yours now
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Hold on now
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We're all going down
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Hold on now
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War At Home
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Josh Groban |