| So this story, is about a really close friend of mine
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| I love you, brother
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| My mates talk shit about their wives, but I love mine
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| Yeah we fight sometimes, but ain’t that just life?
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| She’s been pregnant now for some time, it took us years
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| And enough tries, I thought it wouldn’t happen from my young life
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| From the drunk times, or when I tried drugs twice
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| I thought downstairs had gone and messed it up, right
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| The doctor told me that I need to stop stressin'
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| The only thing that’s working against us is just time
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| That was true, two months by
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| My wife called me up while I was workin' at the pub, right
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| She told me I was gonna be a daddy
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| We both broke down, she said there’s something that I done right
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| I called my mother, told her I was gonna be a father
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| Mum cried, so did I, I was tongue-tied
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| I can’t explain this feelin' but I love life
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| I’ve never had a purpose and this had just become mine
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| To create this little person that’s fun size
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| A little bit of her, and a little bit of me
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| But I pray he gets his mum’s eyes
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| I say he ‘cause I’ve always wanted a son, right
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| The ultrasound said it’s a boy, my little ray of sunshine
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| It dawned on me, I can’t wait to see my son rise
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| You know what they say about time though? |
| It does fly
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| Fast forward nine months and suddenly it’s crunch time
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| It’s been a few days of goin' through contractions
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| Gotta stopwatch timin' every moment that it happens
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| We reached five minutes so it’s hospital time
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| I call ahead to see the doctors arrive, my wife’s laughin'
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| Now I properly drive like the cops are behind
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| But there was barely any traffic so we got there in time
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| I’m a little scared, but she ain’t got a worry in sight
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| She’s a warrior, exactly what you want in a wife
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| It’s been several days of epic pain, every day she wakes up
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| Finally she’s comin' to that second stage of labour
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| I sit next to her, squeeze on her hand
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| Put a sponge up on her head and say, «Breathe if you can
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| I love you so much, baby, you’re so strong
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| I could never do this but you so easily can»
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| She said the pain is insane like her abdomen’s ruptured
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| Like someone’s got a knife, and they’re stabbin' her stomach
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| She’s like «We have to do somethin',» the nurse said, «It's natural
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| Relax, it’s just a sign that it’s actually coming»
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| She’s like «No, it’s too much, it’s too hard to get out»
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| I’m sayin' any words I think’ll help at calmin' her down
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| Doctor’s like, «You're nearly through the worst part of it now»
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| Take a look and see my little king is startin' to crown
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| They all tellin' her to push, and she’s screamin'
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| She’s saying that it hurts, I tell her to keep breathin'
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| It’s like ‘push' is the only word that they’ve said now
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| Then I’m shocked by the massive scream she lets out
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| The doctor’s like «Yes, now the head’s out»
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| And then I watch as he quickly pullin' the rest out
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| It’s so amazin' to see my son in the flesh
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| I can’t help but notice he hasn’t taken a breath, now
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| They put a little plastic thing in his mouth
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| While the doctor’s two fingers are slightly pumpin' his chest down
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| I start panicking, something’s gone wrong
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| They push me to the side, I can barely see what’s goin' on
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| He’s not breathin', they need to resuscitate him
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| He’s suffocating, I see that it’s something major, I feel
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| So helpless, I wish I could come and save him
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| I pray that my son’ll make it, it’s taking ‘em fuckin' ages
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| Everyone’s in shock, I’m just listenin' in
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| Holdin' my breath, wishin' I could give it to him, fuck
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| At twenty minutes, now they’re stoppin'
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| They turn around, they say, «We've lost him»
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| I’m in shock, I can’t talk
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| I’m starin' at the ground, I can’t walk
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| They hand him to us, can’t believe the size of him
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| The most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen but there’s no life in him
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| My wife’s cryin' like, «Why aren’t they reviving him?»
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| I said, «They tried for twenty minutes» she’s like, «Try again»
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| Now I’m feelin' like I’m stuck in hell
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| This is the worst pain I’ve fuckin' felt
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| I’ve been ten years clean, but now I’m drunk and on the drugs as well
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| I’m doin' anything to numb myself, but nothin' helps
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| I believed in God, for that I feel dumb as hell
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| Can someone please tell God to go and fuck himself?
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| I’m sorry, yo, it’s hard to be faithful
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| It’s painful, heaven must be runnin' out of angels
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| He died from asphyxiation, no air in his lungs
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| A parent should never have to bury their son
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| Especially one that’s so precious it has barely begun
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| That’s one thing in life that should never be done
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| I prayed for a son, and they blessed me with one
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| My biggest gift, now his presence is up
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| And I’m crying at the thought, he won’t ever feel a hug
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| Or the tenderness of love that he’d be gettin' from his mum
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| Sent him from above, but why take him?
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| It’s like I’m being punished for the negative I’ve done
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| And it’s killin' me that Christmas time is barely in a month
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| So I’m doin' what I have to do to spend it with my son
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| (No)
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| Where did you go?
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| Are you alone?
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| How did you get there?
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| I need you at home
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| Where did you go?
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| Are you alone?
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| How did you get there?
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| I need you at home
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| I need you at home |