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I Don't Know How To Tell HimI can tell him his toy gun won't kill IndiansAnd the towel around his neck don't make him strong I can tell him there's no Easter bunny But I don't know how to tell him that you're gone He still looks for you every morning He's cried every night we've been alone I can tell him there's no real Santa But I don't know how to tell him that you're gone I can tell him his broomstick's not a pony And wearin' daddy's boots don't make him grown I can tell him there's no to ferry But I don't know how to tell him that you're gone He still looks for you every morning He's cried every night we've been alone I can tell him there's no real Santa But I don't know how to tell him that you're gone I don't know how to tell him that you're gone |