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baby's good, does what she's told said I'd buy her a house of gold but as this year starts to unfold looks like I won't see her grow old so say your prayers, say your grace say your blessings to my face say them now, with some haste 'cause soon I'll fly up to the gates i need to smile, i need to cry but most of all, i need to die so take this as my last goodbye my boat is leaving for the sky
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Apr 14, 2016
Apr 14, 2016 at 8:05 PM UTC
say your prayers
baby's good, does what she's told said I'd buy her a house of gold but as this year starts to unfold looks like I won't see her grow old so say your prayers, say your grace say your blessings to my face say them now, with some haste 'cause soon I'll fly up to the gates i need to smile, i need to cry but most of all, i need to die so take this as my last goodbye my boat is leaving for the sky
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Apr 14, 2016
Apr 14, 2016 at 8:05 PM UTC
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