| Child came home from school
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| Looking rather sad
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| I say hey what’s wrong
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| Was today that bad
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| Oh daddy dear is something wrong with me
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| Am I something not supposed to be
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| Oh daddy dear they call me funny names
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| And they don’t ask me to play their games, oh no
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| I sat her on my knee
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| And wiped the tears away
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| While I tried to think
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| Those special words to say
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| Oh daddy dear is something wrong with me
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| Am I something not supposed to be
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| Oh daddy dear they call me funny names
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| And they don’t ask me to play their games, oh no
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| As I look into those eyes, and I see the pain
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| And it takes me right back, to when I felt the same
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| As I look for the words, I still can’t explain
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| To my innocent child, going through the same again
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| Oh, listen child I said
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| The world is made that way
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| So dry those weeping eyes
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| And let me hear you say
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| Oh daddy dear there’s nothing wrong with me
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| And I am everything I’m supposed to be
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| Oh daddy dear don’t care about silly names
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| And I don’t want to play their silly games
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| I don’t want to play their silly games |