| She was diagnosed on a friday
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| The kids were almost home
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| The kids were on their way back home from school
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| Lying face down in the gutter
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| Of unaccomplished dreams
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| And broken memories of things to come
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| «Sorry ma’am, I really am
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| I have to break the news
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| I have to make the phone call
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| To tell you that you’re due you know where
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| And I’ll tell you when
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| And I suggest that you start living the next three weeks
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| The best that you can,»
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| Every night for three long weeks
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| She’d roam the hallways half asleep
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| And as the footsteps fade away
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| In my mind I can swear I can swear I heard her say:
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| «Don't wait for me
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| I got a lot to do
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| I got a lot to be
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| And in the end maybe I’ll see you there»
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| Lost her strength on a saturday
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| Spent the day in bed
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| «Yeah, I’m fine it’s just the flu,» she said
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| With a smile
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| But when they turned their backs
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| The tears would flow
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| She knew she only had a while
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| To live
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| To breathe
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| To be
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| To see
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| To bleed
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| To stand on her own to weakened feet
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| And so I prayed
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| Every day
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| «Don't take my mother away»
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| Every night for three long weeks
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| She’d roam the hallways half asleep
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| And as the footsteps fade away
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| In my mind I can swear I can swear I heard her say:
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| «Don't wait for me
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| I got a lot to do
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| I got a lot to be
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| And in the end maybe I’ll see you there»
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| Every night for three long weeks
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| She’d roam the hallways half asleep
|
| And as the footsteps fade away
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| In my mind I can swear I can swear I heard her say:
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| «Don't wait for me
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| I got a lot to do
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| I got a lot to be
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| And in the end maybe I’ll see you there»
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| Don’t wait for me
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| I got a lot to do
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| I got a lot to be
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| And in the end maybe I’ll see you there |