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Lyrics: Black. Too Many Times.

There've been too many times
when I never said what was on my mind.
How was I to know you'd go so soon?
Your God would come to take you home
leaving me stumbling over
stupid lines on a shabby page.
Daddy, sometimes I'm filled with rage.
I lost the only thing that was really mine.
So daddy, can you hear me?
Oh daddy, do I still make you laugh?
And I know just what you'd say-
Is this really the time and place
to say all of those things that we never said?
There've been too many times
when my head was filled with stupid pride.
I hope you're laughing now
that all these words have been set aside.
Oh daddy, can you hear me?
Oh daddy, do I still make you laugh?
And I know just what you'd say-

Is this really the time and place
to say all of those things that we never said?
(solo)
It seems so long since I saw you,
and yet it seems like yesterday.
There's no need to make amends
for I look on us as friends.
Oh daddy, can you hear me?
Oh daddy, do I still make you laugh?
Oh daddy, can you hear me?
Oh daddy, do I still make you laugh?
Still make you laugh?
There've been too many times.
There've been too many times.
There've been too many times.
There've been too many times...
--->> Enrique Morano emorano@hotmail.com <<---

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