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Cheyenne, Wyomingthe night that the baby was bornthe mud from the backyardnow stained our living room floor“We’ll need 24 hours,”the policeman explained,“these sort of things happen;he’s probably ok”so I sat in your roombut you couldn’t see me at allNow one turned to three; and on the fifth day a newsman came bythey plastered your pictureall over the news, Channel Ninenow mother found godand father went badneither could help itit’s all that they hadso I sat in your roombut brother, you couldn’t see me at allThe call came quite earlyfrom a man about 30 miles southand driving to find you,I felt both of my lungs giving outLetras de cancionesthey said that they found youwith your arms in a Twhen I finally lookedyou were staring at meyou had so much to tellbut I couldn’t hear you at allno I couldn’t hear you at all From Letras Mania