| When she showed me the pregnancy test I felt numb
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| I thought these things were supposed to tell the facts
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| Howcome we got this outcome?
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| They’re meant to be ninety-nine point nine percent accurate
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| But now I doubt them
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| I thought maybe one day I may want a baby
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| But not here, not now, what, are you crazy?
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| It’s too soon I’m too stupid to build a human nest
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| I’m a man child hiding in the shadow of my student debts
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| We always used protection, at least to my recollection
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| Well, i guess this is another new regret to my collection
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| And I won’t kill a fetus
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| Even if it’s milimetres
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| If I’m big enough to spill a seed, then i’m big enough to let it breathe
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| A fellow creature, full of genes with each of us
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| We’re big enough to bring it up and let it develop features
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| Left speechless
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| But my ears hurt even when I hear tiny noises
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| How am I going to deal with each night of crying high-pitched voices?
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| When they’re in pain there’s no way to make them say it softly
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| I’m good with kids, as long as someone can take them off me
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| And what’ll remain of our relationship that’s already strained?
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| The love that’s left it’s drained and plumbed into a baby’s veins
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| And what if this isn’t the right relationship to stay with?
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| At this stage in the day it may just be to late to change it
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| I’m going to be a daddy and I’m fucking terrified
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| I’m gonna throw up and there’s nowhere I can ever hide
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| I want to stop, I want to wake up and get off this ride
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| I’m going to be a daddy and I’m fucking terrified
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| My life is rather good, it’s no time for fatherhood
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| Looking at the cats it’s hard enoguh, I can’t give up my livelihood
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| I can’t be a role model, my own soul’s swaddled
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| My train of thought’s like a pram rolling on old cobbles
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| How can I change the habit of a lifetime?
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| I’m a lazy chappy
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| Change that?
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| I’ve never had to change a baby’s nappy
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| Don’t want to watch the Tweenies on the TV
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| I like cult classic black and white cinema, fuck CBeebies
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| I don’t have a choice anymore
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| I don’t have a voice anymore
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| Can’t make noise anymore
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| I can’t have a bottle of brandy and a LAN party with the boys anymore
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| The way I want to steer the ship and the way it heads is all different
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| The game of life is flipped from single player to a co-op escort mission
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| How can I provide enough safety and security?
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| When it feels like it’s the whole world versus her and me?
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| Poland versus Germany
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| East versus West
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| Earth eating itself while I’ve invited you to be its guest
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| What can I bring to the table?
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| I’m not mentally stable
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| But they say parenting’s innate and we’re all meant to be able
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| But what if it’s ill, what if it’s disabled, what if it’s not mine?
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| What if it dies, what if it grows up to be a horrible little gobshite?
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| What if it hates me? |
| What if it’s not just one kid?
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| What if it listens to this song and feels unwanted?
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| I’m going to be a daddy and I’m fucking terrified
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| I’m gonna throw up and there’s nowhere i can ever hide
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| I want to stop, I want to wake up and get off this ride
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| I’m going to be a daddy and I’m fucking terrified
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| I hope I can be helpful during the birth
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| Providing backup for the mother of the youngest of the children of earth
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| When it’s eighteen, I’ll be forty-eight
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| When it’s forty-eight, I’ll be seventy-eight
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| And when it’s seventy-eight, I should be dead in the grave
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| Or in my place waiting at the heavenly gate
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| Every day a memory fades except for some strange cases
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| Like when I’m travelling back to the past and wondering wether to change places
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| When she showed me the pregnancy test, I felt numb
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| But now I’ve settled down, I’ve got one message:
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| Welcome
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| I’m going to be a daddy
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| I’m going to be a daddy
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| I’m going to be a daddy
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| I’m going to be a daddy
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| I’m going to be a daddy
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| I’m going to be a daddy
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| I’m going to be a daddy
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| I’m going to be a daddy |