| Oh unborn child, if you only knew just what your momma was plannin' to do
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| You’re still a-clingin' to the tree of life, but soon you’ll be cut off before
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| you get ripe
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| Oh unborn child, beginning to grow inside your momma, but you’ll never know
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| Oh tiny bud, that grows in the womb, only to be crushed before you can bloom
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| Mama stop! |
| Turn around, go back, think it over
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| Now stop, turn around, go back, think it over
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| Stop, turn around, go back think it over
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| Oh no momma, just let it be. |
| You’ll never regret it, just wait and see
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| Think of all the great ones who gave everything
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| That we might have life here, so please bear the pain
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| Mama stop! |
| Turn around, go back, think it over
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| Now stop, turn around, go back, think it over
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| Stop, turn around, go back think it over |