| He heard somebody coming up the stairs
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| Finally she made it here
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| She’s so brave, in a way he’s scared
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| -«P-please come in!» |
| He stutters when he meets the baby’s mother’s eyes
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| What an angel n disguise, remembers why he loved her
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| -«I prayed for this day to come
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| That’s why I never paid for your abortion
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| You was so young and strung out on emotions and dumb
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| Out of the hordes of the slum
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| You was given to me, to give birth to my adorable son.»
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| -«So come on now let me look at him!»
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| He took him from her arms with a crooked grin
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| She’s calm but she shook within
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| — «I might have forced you at the time
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| But now you’ve come o realize it was a blessing I put inside
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| What a mess, but he’s so alive
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| And I guess that he’s seen the light of day for a reason
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| And this sweet son of you and I
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| Will never see what I saw
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| You know I never really come back from the war
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| But this is me being reborn.»
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| He said:
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| — «Look into my eyes, tell me what you see
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| I can give you a life, I think we’re meant to be
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| I can leave my wife, she gives me misery
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| And she could never raise a child like you will for me»
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| — «Now, let’s drink to the occasion.»
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| He went over to his desk, facing the wall
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| In desperation she said:
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| — «No, you sit down, let me do it
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| I know you like your scotch with water»
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| He chucked:
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| — «Your mom did a great job raising her daughter!»
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| She pulled up the little bottle from her pocket, poured it in his glass
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| -«Let's toast for the future, forget about the past!»
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| — «That's the best thing I’ve heard in a long time»
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| He drank, saw the fire in her eyes and went blind
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| She said:
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| How could you do this to me, look what you made me do
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| Look what you done to yourself, your face is turning blue
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| Blood thicker than water — your love sicker than all the
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| Insanity how can it be life’s such a torture
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| (She said) How could you do this to me, look what you forced me to
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| Look what you done to your son he’ll be an orphan soon
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| How could you rape me — how could I kill you — how couldn’t I?
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| Hear the sirens listen, I’ll go to prison but you gon' to die
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| You gon' fucking die… |