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Daddy’s Song

В рубрике: Тексты песен — 06.07.2012

I got a day without nothing to do and I do not disturb on my door
I sorta looked for some mess that she'd made or her sweet little socks on the floor
But all that she left here was too many rooms and just enough silence to break
And I can't look at her picture right now time's about all I can take
Last night I sewed up her toys that were torn and packed her suitcase again
She looked so sweet as she lay there asleep smiling and holding my hand
We didn't talk all the way to the plane but she's too big now to cry
Then when I kissed her she held me so tight I couldn't tell her goodbye
She said I wish that we lived together again it gets so lonesome apart
I'm missing somebody all of the time daddy it's breaking my heart

[ guitar ]
It's not so bad out here living alone comfort's a stranger away
And there's a freedom you find on your own that's nearly worth what you pay
It's just a shame she still wants us to be all that we seemed to before
But we can't blame her for making believe something we don't anymore
She said I wish...


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