| It was too much in the house we lived in
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| It was your man, I had known that it was him
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| He looked around at us
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| His eyes were bound and cross
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| His face, dirty with rage
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| Trees all gone, I walked home alone again
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| The red and plush underneath your pillow
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| The hill runs down to stay under the ground
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| I’ll crawl in there floating on sound
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| You promised her, you promised her, she’d laugh a little
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| You promise her again, I’ll take it all back
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| You promised her, don’t promise her, things she’ll never get, no
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| I promised her that I would hold her hand
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| One arm, two feet holding small like child
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| If we could meet again just for a while
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| In time we learn, don’t fake the sound of pain
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| In the road, don’t cross without me
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| You promised her, you promised her, she’d laugh a little
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| You promise her again, I’ll take it all back
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| You promised her, don’t promise her, things she’ll never get, no
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| I promised her that I would hold her hand |