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I drove in on the monday
The best day of my life I cradled my first baby boy while Doc sewed up my wife I looked into his tiny eyes so innocent and pure you're as close as I'll get to Jesus son The Lords in you I'm sure I went in on the tuesday The worst day of my life The doc had found a heart defect so I cradled my wife Four days after flying on a red life saving plane we smoked a pack of cigarettes then unplugged him from his pain
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