| Oh, little baby, you’ll never cry
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| Nor will you hear a sweet lullaby
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| Oh, unborn child, if you only knew
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| Just what your momma was planning to do
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| You’re still clinging to the tree of life
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| But soon you’ll be cut off before you get ripe
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| Oh, unborn child, beginning to grow
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| Inside your momma but you’ll never know
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| Oh, tiny bud, that grows in the womb
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| 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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| Stop, turn around, go back, think it over
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| Think of all the great ones who gave everything
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| That we might have a life here so please bear the pain
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| Mama, 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, turn around, think about it
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| Please, stop
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| Oh, little baby, you’ll never cry |