| The fear of a daughter can run high
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| In the mind of a father to be
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| For something is growing inside
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| But we don’t talk about it, do we?
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| In the long empty passionless night
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| Many times to herself she has prayed
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| That the baby will love her much more
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| Than the big boy who stole her away
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| And sometimes it takes a grown man a long time to learn
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| Just what it would take a child a night to learn
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| And sometimes it takes a grown man a long time to learn
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| Just what it would take a child a night to learn
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| It pains her to know that some things will never be right
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| If the baby is just someone else to take sides in a fight
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| Harsh words between bride and groom
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| The distance is greater each day
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| He smokes alone in the next room
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| And she knits her life away
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| And sometimes it takes a grown man a long time to learn
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| Just what it would take a child a night to learn
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| And sometimes it takes a grown man a long time to learn
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| Just what it would take a child a night to learn
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| A long time ago she saw visions on the stairs
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| And when she felt dizzy, her mother was always there
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| The home help is no help at all
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| I have not committed a crime
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| Angels gaze down from the wall
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| Is there a God? |
| Is there a next time? |