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Hello God, it's me again. 2:00 a.m., Room 304. |
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Visiting hours are over, time for our bedside tug of war. |
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This sleeping child between us may not make it through the night. |
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I'm fighting back the tears as she fights for her life. |
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Well, it must be kind of crowded, |
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On the streets of Heaven. |
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So tell me: what do you need her for? |
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Don't you know one day she'll be your little girl forever. |
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But right now I need her so much more. |
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She's much too young to be on her own: |
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Barely just turned seven. |
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So who will hold her hand when she crosses the streets of Heaven? |
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Tell me God, do you remember the wishes that she made, |
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As she blew out the candles on her last birthday cake? |
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She wants to ride a pony when she'd big enough. |
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She wants to marry her Daddy when she's all grown up. |
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Lord, don't you know she's my angel |
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You got plenty of your own |
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And I know you hold a place for her |
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But she's already got a home |
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Well I don't know if you're listenin' |
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But praying is all that's left to do |
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So I ask you Lord have mercy, you lost a son once too |
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And it must be kind of crowded, |
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On the streets of Heaven. |
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So tell me: what do you need her for? |
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Don't you know one day she'll be your little girl forever. |
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But right now I need her so much more. |
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Lord, I know once you've made up your mind, |
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There's no use in beggin'. |
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So if you take her with you today, will you make sure she looks both ways, |
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And would you hold her hand when she crosses the streets of Heaven. |
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The streets of Heaven. |
