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Daddy, why did you do it, why did you take the smoke? Daddy, why did you do it, you already had a stroke. You're no fun anymore, and you get all cranky and mad. You don't like mommy or me, and it makes us feel really sad. Now you're loud and scary. Me and mommy want to help you but you get so angry we don't know what to do. One night you went to far, one night you hit mommy. One night you drove away, and ran over a boy named Tommy. One day a man came to the door, this man gave mommy a note. It said you had killed yourself Daddy, and that is what you wrote. Daddy we went to your funeral, I sung a pretty song. The one you had taught me, the one to sing for the gone.