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Little Tommy's waitin' for someone to see |
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That he's left his light on |
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His Mamma cries herself to sleep in front of the old T.V. |
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Since the man of the house is gone |
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And Tommy sits and dreams about how happy they will be |
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When Daddy comes back home |
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He doesn't know he never will come home |
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And he'll be one more child fathered on the phone |
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One more child growin' up half alone in a broken home |
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You see Tommy's Mom got married when she was seventeen |
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To a boy who was dark and tall |
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She was young and she was willin' and she kept the house clean |
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So he married her in the fall |
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They stuck it out five years before he finally went his way |
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Leavin' Tommy all confused |
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Daddy said he'd never go away |
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And now Tommy's gettin' more angry every day |
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Tell me who's gonna pay the defaulted loans on our broken homes |
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With so many of us giving up |
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When it's hard to give we just give up |
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And the kids wind up like prisoners of war |
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Well, I'm not saying I know how |
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But we've got to set it right somehow |
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Before we wind up paying even more |
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'Cause some of us get more than just alone |
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We get broken in our broken homes |
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Now Tommy's all grown up or at least he looks that way |
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The very image of his dear old Dad |
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He's got kids of his own - he's gonna raise them the right way |
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Be the father he never had |
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But somehow at year five his eyes keep lookin' towards the door |
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He's got to get out now |
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Or live and die in a domestic war |
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Soon he's one more father callin' on the phone |
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One more man more than less alone in a broken home |
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Now little Tommy's waitin' for someone to see |
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That he's left his light on... |
