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No hands to warm

No bedtime story, no lullaby

No little steps in the middle of the night

And the nation’s numb

Is this what our forefathers had in mind

What is happening in Washington

'Cause it’s not enough

Your thoughts and prayers

You send your love

You say you care

But you are not my baby

Oh but my heart has died

Standing alone in an empty room

Except for my child but she’s not really there

And all the people have gone

And I want to pick her up and take her home

I can’t bear to leave her here

It’s not enough

Your thoughts and prayers

You send your love

You say you care

But you are not my baby

Oh bless the child, oh rest their souls

I bet those lawmakers don’t know

This feeling that…

It’s not enough

Your thoughts and prayers

You send your love

You say you care

But you are not my baby

Can you do something

So that there’s not more gone babies

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