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The ones we carryv-Vox
Big Band,Bluegrass,Blues,Country,Cool Jazz,Soul Jazz,Texas Blues,Spiritual,Sound Texture,Future Bass,Calmness,Sadness,Male singer,Hoarse smoky voice,Silky R&B/Urban Vocals,Steady
May 14, 2026
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(Verse 1)
Thereâs an old bar downtown where we used to sit,
Talk about forever like forever wouldnât quit,
Smoke in the neon, laughter in the air,
Back when life felt lighter and every soul was there.
Now the nights feel longer when the whiskey hits,
âCause memory ainât mercy when your heart wonât forget,
Every empty space got a story to tell,
About the ones we loved and the ones we lost too well.
(Chorus)
Oh, the ones we carry never really leave,
They live inside the silence and the songs we still sing,
In the rearview shadows, in the midnight rain,
In every old scar and every ounce of pain.
And I still talk to heaven when I need a friend,
Still hear your voice when the night rolls in,
Yeah, this world keeps turning, but part of me remains
With the ones we carry every day.
(Verse 2)
Some were taken sudden, some just slipped away,
Some disappeared slowly with the choices that they made,
And some walked out angry, words left unsaid,
Now I replay those moments inside my head.
If I knew then what I know right now,
Iâd have held on tighter, Iâd have slowed it down,
âCause you donât see the ending when youâre living in the flame,
You just think thereâll always be another day.
(Chorus)
Oh, the ones we carry never really leave,
They live inside the silence and the songs we still sing,
In the rearview shadows, in the midnight rain,
In every old scar and every ounce of pain.
And I still talk to heaven when I need a friend,
Still hear your voice when the night rolls in,
Yeah, this world keeps turning, but part of me remains
With the ones we carry every day.
(Bridge)
Maybe loveâs the only thing
That death can never take,
Maybe every broken heart
Still holds the light they gave.
(Final Chorus)
So hereâs to the dreamers, the fighters, the lost,
To the souls that taught us what love really costs,
To every goodbye we never got to say,
And every memory time canât wash away.
When my journeyâs over and my soul is free,
I pray youâll all be waiting there for me,
Till then Iâll keep your stories alive in every wayâĶ
For the ones we carry every day.
(Outro)
MmmâĶ every dayâĶ
Youâre goneâĶ but youâre still with me.
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