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Lying on the dining room floor |
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Being warmed through the patio door |
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Just waiting, waiting for my dad |
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I found a note last night |
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From my brother down the back of the cupboard |
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Just saying "Dear God please, make him turn up" |
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And eventually he does |
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And we perhaps go to the cinema |
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Or visit our grandparents |
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But we're almost always home by six o'clock |
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And the strangest thing of all |
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The thing that felt the most wrong |
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Is that, in their separate cars, |
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They were both still playing the same song |
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Last night I heard you screaming |
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Loud voices beyond the wall |
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Another sleepness night for me |
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It does no good to call the police |
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Always come home if they come at all |
