| Sweet Melissa, I often pray for you
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| I hope your suffering was brief
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| I hope the angels that watch over all little children
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| Came for you and took you someplace beautiful and sweet
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| Aahh.
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| Suffer the little children
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| Dear Melissa, I often think of you
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| Everytime I hold my baby in my arms
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| I say a prayer for your mama and daddy too
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| I know they miss you, miss you since you’re gone
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| Suffer the little children
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| At the hands of evil men
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| No baby dolls, no teddy bears
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| No lullabies for them
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| Every mother’s nightmare
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| Will it ever end
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| Suffer the little children
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| At the hands of evil men
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| You who done the deed better do some prayin' too
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| Better hope that God’s forgivin' like they say
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| Cause somewhere, somebody keeps a list
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| Of the evils that men do
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| An' your name’s right up there
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| I heard 'em say
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| Aahh.
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| Suffer the little children
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| At the hands of evil men
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| No baby dolls, no teddy bears
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| No lullabies for them
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| Every mother’s nightmare
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| Will it ever end
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| Suffer the little children
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| At the hands of evil men |