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 crying
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 wearing daddy's boots don't make him groan
I can tell him there's no tooth fairy
But I don't know how to tell him that you're gone
I can tell him there's noounts
But I don't know how to tell him that you're gone
He's crying Every night we've been alone
I can tell him there's no pretzel
Oh, 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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