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(difford/tilbrook) |
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I think to myself when we kiss |
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Your husband is watching |
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From his portrait his eyes are looking down |
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On the slipper and stocking |
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Back against the bookcase |
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Down upon the floor |
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Empty the decanter |
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Slur again for more. |
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His house, her home, our future in a lover's world |
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Her son, her heart, her love for me, tomorrow's world |
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I laugh at myself when your son |
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Is watching cartoons |
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In the morning he's looking up at me |
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When we're in the bathroom |
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Sees me kissing mother |
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Doesn't blink an eye |
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Asks a lot of questions |
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Answers hard to find. |
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I talk to myself when i'm drunk |
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And she is still sober |
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Words are so few and far between |
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My arms reach to hold her |
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Hungry for the love |
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I rescued from the grave |
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The past is just a portrait |
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The future's ours to frame |
