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A baby's born Her father's not around He's got a job, his hands are worn down The baby's brother, one year older Waits outside as it's getting colder on this April afternoon She bore the mark of a half-broken heart And the doctor said 'my, how strange' Kathy never wanted a child Baby girl, these tears won't be your last As they soak into your blanket I'm afraid you're bound for tragedy So we'll take you home and lay you down to sleep.. To dream of ways to get out of this place While your father drinks and your mother cries You won't be the first to die Baby girl, these tears won't be your last As they soak into your blanket I'm afraid you're bound for tragedy From Letras Mania