I can tell him his toy gun wont kill Indians And the towel around his neck dont make him strong I can tell him theres no Easter Bunny But I dont know how to tell him that youre gone He still looks for you every morning Hes cried every night weve been alone I can tell him theres no real Santa But I dont know how to tell him that youre gone I can tell him his broomsticks not a pony And wearin Daddys boots dont make him grown I can tell him theres no tooth fairy But I dont know how to tell him that youre gone Cause he still looks for you every morning Hes cried every night weve been alone I can tell him theres no real Santa But I dont know how to tell him that youre gone I dont know how to tell him that youre goneYou might also like
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