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Today I stumbled from my bed |
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With thunder crashing in my head, |
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My pillow still wet |
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From last night tears. |
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And as I think of giving up, |
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A voice inside my coffee-cup |
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Kept crying out |
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And ringing in my ears. |
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Don't cry, daddy, |
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Daddy, please don't cry. |
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Daddy, you still got me and little Tommy, |
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Together, we'll find a brand new mommy. |
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Daddy, daddy, please laugh again, |
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Daddy, ride us on your back again, |
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Oh, daddy, please don't cry. |
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Why are children always first, |
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To feel the pain and hurt the worst? |
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It's true, but somehow |
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It just don't seem right. |
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'Cause every time I cry, I know, |
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It hurts my little children so, |
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I wonder, will it be the same tonight? |
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Don't cry, daddy. |
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Daddy, please, don't cry . |
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Daddy, you still got me and little Tommy, |
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Together, we'll find a brand new mommy. |
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Daddy, daddy, please laugh again, |
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Daddy, ride us on your back again. |
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Oh, daddy, please, don't cry, |
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Oh, daddy, please, don't cry. |
