| Your mom and I, we’re counting down
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| The days until that joyful sound,
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| When you turn the two of us to three.
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| It was time I guess, and heaven knew
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| And decided then to give us you.
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| God must know some things that we can’t see.
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| And all we are, we are
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| Who we’ll be, we’ll be
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| Love and hurt, doubt and trust
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| Welcome to being one of us.
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| Your mother, well, she’s strong and steady
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| Southern drawl and good lord, she’s pretty
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| She’s better than anything I dreamed
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| And honestly, I’m scared to death
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| I’ll breathe at last at your first breath.
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| Everything you need, I’ll try to be.
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| And all we are, we are
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| And who we’ll be, we’ll be
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| Love and hurt, doubt and trust
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| Welcome to being one of us.
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| As for you, we’re soon to see
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| A room of blue or maybe pink
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| Mama’s black or daddy’s dirty blonde
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| Whoever you turn out to be
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| You’re forever part of me
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| You turned me to a father from a son
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| All we are, you are
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| And who we’ll be, you’ll be
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| Love and hurt, doubt and trust
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| Welcome to being one of us |