| Dear Daddy, I’m missing you so
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| So much I wish I could get up and go
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| Back to the past, kick it at home
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| I wish I could call you, pick up the phone
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| Used to clown, that’s gone
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| You would slap me upside of my dome
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| Now you not around when I be at home
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| I wish you was around me now that I’m grown
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| To see my wife in all white, walking that aisle, making me smile
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| Instead I saw you fight for your life
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| And what you miss now? |
| The birth of my child
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| It gets worse, cause the second one’s here and it hurts
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| And they’ll never get to meet you, death did first
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| And it’s coming for me too, I’m cursed
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| I hear you
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| I hear your footsteps coming from behind
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| And I know, know that any day it might be my time
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| I’ll be ready if you coming
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| Ready, ain’t no running
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| I’ll be ready when it’s time, I’ll be ready
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| I’ll be ready for that moment
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| Only human and I know it
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| I’ll be ready when it’s time
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| I’ll be ready
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| I hate death, it ain’t right
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| Sneaks right up after daylight
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| One day you’re feeling great, then it’s over
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| Yeah my dad went fast, but took it like a soldier
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| Hold the presses, I’m losing my breath as I try to address it
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| I can’t escape it, I’m not that impressive
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| If death is a prison, we all get arrested
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| Every now and then take a look at his pic, so the image don’t slip away
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| Don’t wanna remember him laying in that bed, but I really can’t forget the day
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| I can’t think of a thing in my past
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| Harder than watching him breathing his last
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| Death, I know I’m in your path
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| I know I’m not free from your grasp
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| I hear you
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| I hear your footsteps coming from behind
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| And I know, know that any day it might be my time
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| I’ll be ready if you coming
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| Ready, ain’t no running
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| I’ll be ready when it’s time, I’ll be ready
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| I’ll be ready for that moment
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| Only human and I know it
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| I’ll be ready when it’s time
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| I’ll be ready
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| Hey death, we know you so well
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| Every time we rise up, you fight with no fail
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| You snatch us down, we so frail
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| Got no time to pretend
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| You take on every soul, and only see wins
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| We got no way to defend
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| But hey death, please know
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| We won’t have much to grieve for
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| When all your wins are repoed
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| And the reaper reaps what he sowed
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| I ain’t gon run from you
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| What I got to flee for?
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| Did it hurt your self esteem when you heard your sting was no more?
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| I hear your footsteps coming from behind
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| And I know, know that any day it might be my time
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| I’ll be ready if you coming
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| Ready, ain’t no running
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| I’ll be ready when it’s time, I’ll be ready
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| I’ll be ready for that moment
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| Only human and I know it
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| I’ll be ready when it’s time
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| I’ll be ready |