| Little girl was down by the waterside
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| The sun so hot and the roses so red where she lie
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| As little boys sit and watch as she twirls all around
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| Sunny smiles not a raincloud could bring that girl down
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| But now…
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| What’s behind those big brown eyes
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| Do you dream at night
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| Without your lullaby
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| Little boy sits alone as he sings in the dark
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| Wondering if his own dreams had pulled them apart
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| He sings a song of tomorrow he never can see
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| Mostly sings of a lost little girl’s memory
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| And Now…
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| As his dreams go flashing by
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| He begins to hear
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| A lonely lullaby
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| Well now
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| We used to sing
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| And we used to cry
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| Through everything
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| In our children’s lullaby
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| Little girl on the street with nobody around
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| Has her head in the air dirty feet on the ground
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| She shuts her eyes and she wonders is this a mistake
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| Now she’s gone from the warmth of her little boy days
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| And still…
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| She believes that she’ll get by
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| On her own without
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| Her little boy’s lullaby
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| Little boy prays to God to answer his song
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| To hold her hand when everyone else’s are gone
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| Time goes by and the wounds slowly turn into scars
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| So he makes his final wish on the midnight stars
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| And he screams…
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| Little girl won’t you hear my cry
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| Won’t you come back home
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| To your lover’s lullaby
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| Little girl down by the waterside
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| Goodbye |