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And still he lies awake at night |
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Restless while every silence screams |
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And still she sleep turned to the wall |
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He fears the onslaught of his dreams |
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Touches her back but she doesn't stir |
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Then 'round her hand his finger close |
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Feeling the ring that cost more than the car |
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All of those questions that never arose |
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And still she lies awake at night |
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Silently stares at the bedroom wall |
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Feeling his hand dare to touch her back |
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It's been a month since he started to paint the hall |
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And brightly burns the landing light |
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The baby's screaming down the hall |
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She shuts her eyes and she shuts her ears |
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She's had it up to here because it's not his baby after all |