| All the things I’ve seen couldn’t prepare me
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| For what I was about to experience
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| As a little boy, growing up in a world
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| Made for all the big kids and the big toys
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| Sometimes I’d sit around and wait
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| Play with my toy cars
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| Until the wheels would turn no more
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| Then I’d think to myself
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| «Is my dad’s car coming home?
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| Or will this be another night
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| My mom, my brother and I
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| Tucking ourselves in?»
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| I learned my alphabet to spell dad
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| How quickly dad turned to sad
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| My preschool days
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| And the rest of my life
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| My mother did the best she could
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| My brother stayed strong as he stood
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| A father figure to me
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| My preschool days
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| I remember all the times that mom cried
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| My brother stayed strong by her side
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| And I stand and wonder why
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| There was three when there should be four
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| Maybe my dad got lost driving home
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| But then again it wouldn’t make sense
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| I feel all alone
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| I learned my alphabet to spell dad
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| How quickly dad turned to sad
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| My preschool days
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| And the rest of my life
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| My mother did the best she could
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| My brother stayed strong as he stood
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| A father figure to me
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| My preschool days
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| So where has he been?
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| He’s running out of time
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| I haven’t heard from him
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| And I hope he’s doing fine
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| Money cannot buy
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| Years of missing them
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| Daddy gave it up
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| The kids forgave him
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| I learned my alphabet to spell dad
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| How quickly dad turned to sad
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| My preschool days
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| And the rest of my life
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| My mother did the best she could
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| My brother stayed strong as he stood
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| A father figure to me
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| My preschool days |