Back when I was a child, before life removed all the innocence
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My father would lift me high and dance with my mother and me and then
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Spin me around 'til I fell asleep
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Then up the stairs he would carry me
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And I knew for sure I was loved
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If I could get another chance, another walk, another dance with him
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I'd play a song that would never, ever end
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How I'd love, love, love
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To dance with my father again
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When I and my mother would disagree
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To get my way, I would run from her to him
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He'd make me laugh just to comfort me
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Then finally make me do just what my mama said
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Later that night when I was asleep
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He left a dollar under my sheet
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Never dreamed that he would be gone from me
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If I could steal one final glance, one final step, one final dance with him
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I'd play a song that would never, ever end
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How I'd love, love, love
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To dance with my father again
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Sometimes I'd listen outside her door
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I'd hear how my mother cried for him
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I pray for her even more than me
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I pray for her even more than me
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I know I'm praying for much too much
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But could you send back the only man she loved
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I know you don't do it usually
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But dear Lord she's dying
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To dance with my father again
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Every night I fall asleep and this is all I ever dream
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Dance With My Father
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| Steve Brookstein |
