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See, the good Lord loves everybody. He don't care what color your hair is or where you put your jewelry.
The only thing that ever leaves this place is that muddy water in the Rappahannock.
Just let it out.
Sometimes a song is more than just a song. First the fire...then the rain.
I don't care anymore! I tried so hard! It's like the more I keep tryin' to be here the more people keep treating me like I don't belong here!
Jack, we gotta chance to make a difference in their lives. They need us. How can we go back to that big empty house knowing that these kids got no place to call home?