it was a sunday morning
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i was way too young for this day
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the phone rang, and her fates changed
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and thats when all the pain came
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i sat there trying to comprehend
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i'll never see my dad again
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he never saw me singing
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he never saw me spell my name
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and the images won't fade
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your voice, my joy, your pain
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its painted on my brain
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no matter what i do or say
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another sunday morning
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the biggest day of my life
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she said "there's something inside me
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nine months and you will meet him"
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in the delivery room i'm a patient boy
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i wait, i wait, i wait
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for the new life we created
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if he's watching above would he be proud?
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it's painted on my brain
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your voice, my joy, your pain
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its painted on my brain
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no matter what i do or say
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these images won't fade
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PAINTED ON MY BRAIN
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these images won't fade
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your voice, my joy, your pain
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its painted on my brain
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no matter what i do or say
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these images won't fade
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your voice, my joy, your pain
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its painted on my brain
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no matter what i do or say
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these images won't fade
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Sunday
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| H2O |
