Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral
My motions to carry me through the day, are hardened and forced into being, I have no motivation for anything not looking, doing, or seeing. I'm locked inside myself so tight, I feel I'm in a great knot, what is the reason behind this hell, someone I love isn't feeling so hot. We aren't talking sniffles or headache, but oh such a more serious thing, my heart is lain cold and heavy, and there's only one song I can sing. One that I heard a long time ago as he came to me laying in bed, and sang his sweet song to his little girl as he tucked her into her bed. Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral, hush now don't you cry, I wonder did he know it would be this woman's lullaby.
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Written by: Cara Marie Filipeli