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I heard the battle raging on the other side of the wall |
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Buried my head in a pillow and tried to ignore it all |
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Every night when i hear you i dream of breaking down your door |
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An avenging knight in shining armour to rescue you from it all |
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From the family business |
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When i see you in the supermarket |
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With sunglasses in the shade |
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Averting your eyes from those staring questions |
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How were those bruises made |
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It's family business |
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Children clutching to your legs |
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They've got so much they want to say |
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But daddy's sitting home and drunk again |
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So they bite their lips and pray |
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And daddy don't like no strangers prying |
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And noses in his private affairs |
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And if anyone asks from the social |
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Well, you fell down the stairs |
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It's family business |
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So i become an accessory |
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And i don't have an alibi |
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To the victim lying on my doorstep |
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The only way i can justify |
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It's family business |
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'cause every day it's getting harder |
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Try to see, to go away |
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To all the people that surround you |
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You have to sit them down and explain |
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To be the writing on the wall inside |
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To be the pledge you call your own |
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And if you run into the day |
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You sure you know you'll find a home |
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You sure you know you'll find a home |
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Find a home |
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You sure, you sure |
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The traffic lights shine upon |
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(?) and the broken home |
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Everyone could be oh so far away |
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(?) and the white lines lead the way |
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Lead the way |
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And the writing on the wall |
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They're carving out the martyrs in stone |
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Could've been the same this way |
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It could've been the same this way |
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Tell them it's the same today |
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We could have been much younger |
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It could have been much longer |
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Into the real time |
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Too far |
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You run away today |
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Tomorrow |
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You take away the time |
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You took away my mind |
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Something to the light she said |
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Everyone is burning |
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We could have been much younger |
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Should have |
