I can tell him his toy gun won't kill Indians
And 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 tooth fairy
But I don't know how to tell him that you're gone
'Cause 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
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