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Atmospheres are tense today |
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Mother and Father are rowing again |
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Silently seated around the table |
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You're the one that's getting the blame |
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Father looks at you like a snake |
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You play with the food upon your plate |
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No one seems to be on your side |
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Things that threaten to hurt your pride |
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Mother loves to be concerned |
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Using lessons that she learnt |
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Fathers never understand |
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When children have the upper hand |
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Smiling, you did your time at school |
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Crying quietly like a fool |
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Saturday night and Sunday morning |
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Did all the things they asked you to do |
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They say that home is where the heart is |
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But home is only where the hurt is |
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Pull the wool over the eyes |
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Forget the worries that you started |
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Mother loves to be concerned |
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Using lessons that she learnt |
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Fathers never understand |
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When children have the upper hand |
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When you stayed out every night |
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The first time from your parent's sight |
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They started to show some concern |
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But by then it was too late |
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Feel it's time to pull away |
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Shut your ears to all they say |
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Be yourself, you know it's true |
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'Cause in the end what's left is you |
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Mother loves to be concerned |
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Using lessons that she learnt |
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Fathers never understand |
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When children have the upper hand |
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Mother loves to be concerned |
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Using lessons that she learnt |
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Fathers never understand |
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When children have the upper hand |
