Sunday Dinners

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No more Sunday dinners
Wish you could see your grandson now
Got bigger, all grown now
Got a daughter think she grown now
Just started walkin, just started talkin
She can potty on her own now
Life is good, memories are better
We all gotta go, I know it's cold, grab a sweater
We can take that ride together
Cry whatever, die whatever
Walk through the sky together, huh






































