| In the month of June, five years ago
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| That’s when I came to be
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| And though I’m not yet wordly wise
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| My eyes can clearly see
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| I love my mom and daddy too
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| I pray my soul to keep
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| And I ask for a happy home
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| When I lay me down to sleep
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| But lately mommy cries at night
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| She thinks that I won’t hear
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| When daddy said my name today
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| He wiped away a tear
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| I know that something isn’t right
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| I see it in their eyes
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| Oh how I wish it wasn’t so
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| But the truth can’t be denied
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| I’m caught in the crossfire
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| Of a war that can’t be won
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| Mom calls me her little man
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| Daddy’s only son
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| I love them both, but I can’t choose
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| Which one to leave behind
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| I’m caught in the crossfire
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| Of a world that’s so unkind
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| Before you go to sleep tonight
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| Say a prayer for me
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| I’m one of the millions
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| From a broken family
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| My wish is but a simple one
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| My needs they are but few
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| The promise of a happy home
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| And love to see us through
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| (Repeat Chorus 2x) |