| Towels are ironed, arranged, cooked,
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| Tumble dryer sheets and cloths, stand,
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| I hear someone whisper «don't go to forbidden rooms, remember»
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| But sometimes my time alone is long,
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| In the kitchen, I cry and my face distorted is reflected in the window
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| The housewife is a little lonely,
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| Although there are five children, the man is understanding
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| The days I stay in the house, I feel it swallowing me
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| When I was standing alone in the kitchen
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| Rooms add to the walls around me
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| There are a lot of doors and rooms that you can't go to
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| No rooms allowed to go
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| I wash in the bath, change the shower curtain, straighten
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| I flush the tiles off the walls, pour the sewage into the sewer
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| It needs to be replaced before it browns
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| Bookcase dust wiper, sofa seat cushions with tampon,
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| I vacuumed, I polished the silver, the flower leaves dried up
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| Nipple and collect in a small container
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| After the family went to the ice in the morning,
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| When washing dishes, blood appears in the containers
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| The lame steps drag into the hallway
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| Holding the knife in the closet,
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| There is someone on the walls biting through gradually,
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| Doors and rooms that cannot be entered are not allowed
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| No rooms allowed to go
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| Why are there so many more doors?
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| Rooms only increase, I sleep or control
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| The housewife is a little lonely,
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| Although there are five children, the man is understanding
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| The days I stay in the house, I feel it swallowing me
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| When washing in the kitchen alone,
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| Rooms add to the walls around me
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| There are a lot of doors and rooms that you can't go to
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| My husband returns home, he looks at me
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| Grabs your hands, asks what’s gone for you
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| He says he doesn't know his wife at all anymore
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| He said he left the children to play,
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| Then I lifted the ax, striking his head
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| That's how he turns into something you can't talk about
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| No talking about it, shhh… |