| Back when I was a child
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| Before life removed all the innocence
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| My father would lift me high
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| And dance with my mother and me and then
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| Spin me around til' I fell asleep
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| Then up the stairs he would carry me
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| And I knew for sure I was loved
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| If I could get another chance
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| Another walk, another dance with him
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| I’d play a song that would never ever end
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| How I’d love, love, love to dance with my father again, ooh
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| When I and my mother would disagree
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| To get my way I would run from her to him
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| He’d make me laugh just to comfort me, yeah yeah
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| Then finally make me do just what my momma said
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| Later that night when I was asleep
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| He left a dollar under my sheet
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| Never dreamed that he would be gone from me
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| If I could steal one final glance, one final step
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| One final dance with him
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| I’d play a song that would never ever end
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| 'Cause I’d love, love, love to dance with my father again
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| Sometimes I’d listen outside her door
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| And I’d hear how my mother cried for him
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| I pray for her even more than me
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| I pray for her even more than me
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| I know I’m praying for much too much
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| But could you send back the only man she loved?
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| I know you don’t do it usually
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| But dear Lord she’s dying to dance with my father again
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| Every night I fall asleep and this is all I ever dream |