(Hogan)
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a child asks his father why he has to go
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and begs him to stay and say it isn't so
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the father just smiles as he says his last words
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i'm sorry my son - but its just my turn
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I feel I'm goin out of my mind
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as I stand here fighting for whats no longer mine
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now every day .. another love of mine fades away
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and i'm left with my dreams as I scream
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no no no - is it my turn?
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is it my turn yet?
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cause i don't wanna feel the burn - till its my turn -
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so is it my turn? so is it my turn?
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all the emptiness inside is my concern
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i never get to say goodbye - not a single word
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so I don't want to feel the burn till its my turn -
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so is it my turn? so is it my turn?
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a girl asks her man if he'd just hold her hand
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and try not to breakdown and please understand
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before i met you - there was somebody else
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but now he is dying and trying to help
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he gave me a call- this means nothing at all
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with a test we will learn - if it is our turn
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My Turn
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