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(difford/tilbrook) |
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She was married and then divorced |
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Things seemed to happen that way |
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The children were confused, sometimes they'd fight |
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Sitting in their toys and games |
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To them she's mother and i am their friend |
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Who sits with them on his lap |
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And sleeps on the sofa on alternate weekends |
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No substitute for their dad |
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She's a very good mum |
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As she tries to explain |
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Everything that she can |
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But a child's mind is sharp |
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They imagine the worst |
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Sometimes can't understand |
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That there's so much to learn |
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When you open a can of worms |
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So to the park to play on the swings |
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To give their mother a break |
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When i saw their father walking down the path |
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Heading down towards the gate |
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I froze on the spot, heart in my throat |
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I hoped he'd not see us there |
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He soon disappeared and the kids on the slide |
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Were happy and unaware |
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I read the papers and made scrambled eggs |
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The kids got ready to leave |
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Their father was taking them for the weekend |
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With pocket money and sweets |
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They were excited as they waved goodbye |
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And i went straight back to bed |
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Their mother stood and watched as they drove away |
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Standing on the front door step |
