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The fear of a daughter runs high |
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In the mind of a father to be |
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For something is growing inside |
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But we don't talk about it, do we? |
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In the long empty passionless night |
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Many times to herself she has prayed |
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That the baby will love her much more |
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Than the big boy who stole her away |
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And sometimes it takes |
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A grown man a long time to learn |
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Just what it would take |
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A child a night to learn |
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And sometimes it takes |
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A grown man a long time to learn |
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Just what it would take |
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A child a night to learn |
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It pains her to learn |
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That some things will never be right |
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If the baby is just |
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Someone else to take sides in a fight |
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Harsh words between bride and groom |
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The distance is greater each day |
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He smokes alone in the next room |
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And she knits her life away |
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And sometimes it takes |
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A grown man a long time to learn |
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Just what it would take |
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A child a night to learn |
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And sometimes it takes |
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A grown man a long time to learn |
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Just what it would take |
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A child a night to learn |
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A long time ago |
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She saw visions on the stairs |
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And when she felt dizzy |
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Her mother was always there |
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The home help is no help at all |
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I have not committed a crime |
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Angels gaze down from the wall |
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Is there a God? Is there a next time? |
