| Her Parents never took the young girl to church
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| Never spoke of his name, never read her his word
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| Two nonbelievers walking lost in this world
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| Took their baby with them what a sad little girl
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| Her daddy drank all day and mommy did drugs
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| Never wanted to play or give kisses and hugs
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| She’d watch the TV and sit there on the couch
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| While her mom fell asleep and her daddy went out
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| And the drinking and the fighting
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| Just got worse every night
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| Behind their couch she’d be hiding
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| Oh what a sad little life
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| BRIDGE
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| And like it always does the bad just got worse
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| With every slap and every curse
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| Until her daddy in a drunk rage one night
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| Used a gun on her mom and then took his life
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| And some people from a city
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| Took the girl far away
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| To a new mom and a new dad
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| Kisses and hugs every day
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| BRIDGE (Same as before)
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| Her first day of Sunday school the teacher walked in And a small little girl stared at a picture of him
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| She said I know that man up there on that cross
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| I don’t know his name but I know he got off
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| Cause he was there in my old house
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| And held me close to his side |