| Pity the Child
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| >From the Musical Chess
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| When I was nine I learned survival
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| Taught myself not to care
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| I was my single good companion
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| Taking my comfort there
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| Up in my room I planned my conquests
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| On my own, never asked for a helping hand
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| No one would understand
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| I never asked the pair who fought below
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| Just in case they said no Pity the child who has ambition
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| Knows what he wants to do Knows that he’ll never fit the system
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| Others expect him to Pity the child who knew his parents
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| Saw their faults, saw their love die before his eyes
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| Pity the child that wise
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| He never asked, did I cause your distress?
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| Just in case they said yes
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| When I was twelve my father moved out
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| Left with a whimper not with a shout
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| I didn’t miss him, he made it perfectly clear
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| I was a fool, and probably queer
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| Fool that I was, I thought this would bring
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| Those he had left closer together
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| She made her move the moment he crawled away
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| I was the last the woman told
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| She never let her bed get cold
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| Someone moved in, I shut my door
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| Someone to treat her just the same way as before
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| I took the road of least resistance
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| I had my game to play
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| I had the skill, and more — the hunger
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| Easy to get away
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| Pity the child with no such weapons
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| Do defence, no escape from the ties that bind
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| Always a step behind
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| I never called to tell her all I’d done
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| I was only her son
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| Pity the child but not forever
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| Not if he stays that way
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| He can get all he ever wanted
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| If he’s prepared to pay
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| Pity instead the careless mother
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| What she missed, what she lost when she let me go And I wonder, does she know
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| I wouldn’t call, a crazy thing to do Just in case she said, who? |