Hello God, it's me again, two a.m. room 304,
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visiting hours are over, time for our bedside tug 'o' war,
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the sleeping child between us, may not make it through the night,
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I'm fightin' back the tears, as she fights for her life.
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(CHORUS)
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And it must be kinda crowded, on the streets of heaven,
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so tell me, what do you need her for?
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Don't you know one day she'll be your little girl forever,
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but right now, I need her so much more,
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she's much to young, to be on her own, barely just turned seven,
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so who will hold her hand when she crosses the streets of heaven?
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Tell me God, do you remember, the wishes that she made,
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as she blew out the candles, on her last birthday cake,
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she wants to ride a pony, when she's big enough,
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she wants to marry her daddy, when she's all grown up.
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<<(CHORUS)>>
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Lord don't you know, she's my angel, you've got plenty of your own,
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and I know you hold a place for her, but she's already got a home,
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well I don't know if you're listenin', but prayin's all thats left to do,
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so I ask you Lord have mercy, you lost a son once too.
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And it must be kinda crowded, on the streets of heaven,
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so tell me, what do you need her for?
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don't you know one day she'll be your little girl forever,
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but right now, I need her so much more,
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Lord I know, once you've made up your mind, there's no use in beggin',
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so if you take her with you today, will you make sure she looks both ways?
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and will you hold her hand when she crosses the streets of heaven,
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the streets of heaven
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Streets of Heaven
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| Sherrie Austin |
