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I steal a look between the blinds |
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I unwind she sleeps in comfort in my arms |
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She is plain but she is mine |
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Our child is silent but awake |
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I run my hands through his hair |
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I teach him manners and how to stick up |
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For himself when things get bad |
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I tell him son never through the first punch |
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And If you must fight, make it clean |
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SHIOLA, SH |
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IOLA, will all be forgiven? |
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SHIOLA, SH |
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IOLA, Am I strong enough to start again alone? |
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The taste of home is filling up my mouth |
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Is it wrong to love a family of ghost |
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Her door is open the windows are all up |
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She says "come inside" |
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I live alone more or less |
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I summon, child and happiness |
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Build them up from the dirt and clay |
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I have to believe that all will be forgiven |
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SHIOLA, SH |
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IOLA, will all be forgiven? |
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SHIOLA, SH |
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IOLA, am I strong enough to start again alone? |
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SHIOLA, SH |
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IOLA, my heart is overflowing |
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SHIOLA, SH |
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IOLA, with love and anger coiled into one |
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They take and take |
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But never get their fill |
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I try and try |
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But fail against my will |
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I wait and wait for that hand to sweep me up |
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And take me down that road |
