| The little girl she said to me 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 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 Tell me there’s a heaven
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| Where all those people go Tell me they’re all happy now
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| Papa tell me that it’s so 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
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| Don’t tell that little girl
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| Tell me 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 Tell me there’s a heaven
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| Where all those people go Tell me they’re all happy now
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| Papa tell me that it’s so |