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Sometimes he was playful and he'd roll a ball - she'd fetch it and she rolled. |
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They'd ball. |
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She'd grin, she'd bear it, closed her eyes and thought of processed peas, the price of cheese, the adverts on |
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T.V. So he squeezed a little harder - 'til it hurt. |
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And she thought of scars, she thought of burns; a bursting heart and burning hate. |
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There's always hate. |
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There's always pain. |
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A creeping stain across the linen that she'd lie in. |
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Night out, night in. |
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Every night the same. |
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They'd stay in - saying nothing. |
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She thought of knives, of paraffine around his chair and a careless cigarette. |
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Forget it! |
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He said how she had to keep things clean...(lick the carpet, dust the dog) |
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You have to keep things clean! (mow the windows, shine the socks) |
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Oh you have to keep things |
