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(harley allen) |
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He should have been out playin' |
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But he sat on his front step |
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All day he's just been there waiting |
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And nobody's showed up yet |
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His dad said he'd come get him |
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Bright and early sunday morn |
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But his mom knows he's forgotten |
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Like he has since he was born, but. . . |
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He's still waiting, he's still waiting |
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He might be around the corner |
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Or just right down the street |
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He's still waiting, he's still waiting |
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He tells his mom, " don't worry, |
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This time he'll come get me" |
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He's still waiting |
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Group home in kentucky |
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She's been there for a while |
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They tell her that she's lucky |
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She's such a pretty child |
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Somebody's gonna take you |
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And raise you as their own |
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She never knew her parents |
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And she's never had a home, but . . . |
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She's still waiting, she's still waiting |
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They might be around the corner |
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Or just right down the street |
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She's still waiting, she's still waiting |
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She tells 'em, "i don't worry, |
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Someone will come for me" |
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She's still waiting |
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They're children of the needle |
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The bottle and the poor |
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The sum of broken people |
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Who can't go on no more |
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Sad eyes and dirty faces |
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City streets and dirt roads |
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Their lives are slowly wasting |
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While everybody knows |
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They're still waiting, they're still waiting |
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All the little faces different races |
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Who don't know what love is |
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They're still waiting, they're still waiting |
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All the sones and daughters of missing fathers |
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Who never miss their kids |
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They're still waiting, they're still waiting, they're still waiting |
