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The little girl she said to me |
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What are these things that I can see |
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Each night when I come home from school |
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And mama calls me in for tea |
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Oh every night a baby dies |
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And every night a mama cries |
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What makes those men do what they do |
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To make that person black and blue |
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Grandpa says their happy now |
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They sit with God in Paradise |
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With angels wings and still somehow |
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It makes me feel like ice |
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Tell me there's a Heaven |
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Tell me that it's true |
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Tell me there's a reason |
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Why I'm seeing what I do |
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Tell me there's a Heaven |
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Where all those people go |
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Tell me they're all happy now |
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Papa tell me that it's so |
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So do I tell her that it's true? |
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That there's a place for me and you |
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Where hungry children smile and say |
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We wouldn't have no other way |
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That every painful crack of bones |
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Is a step along the way |
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Every wrong done is a game plan |
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To that great and joyful day |
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And I'm looking at the father and the son |
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And I'm looking at the mother and the daughter |
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And I'm watching them in tears of pain |
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And I'm watching them suffer, don't tell that little girl, tell me |
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Tell me there's a Heaven |
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Tell me that it's true |
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Tell me there's a reason |
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Why I'm seeing what I do |
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Tell me there's a Heaven |
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Where all those people go |
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Tell me they're all happy now |
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Papa tell me that it's so |
