| The children sit upon the stairs
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| High above a valley of tears
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| Don’t let them see you crying that way oh no
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| Oh no Joe Porterhouse
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| Is not gone forever
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| He’ll be back another day
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| Don’t let them see you crying that way
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| Please don’t wake him let him sleep
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| It’s a moment she can keep
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| Like an old bus ticket or a photograph
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| Resting on the mantlepiece
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| While for the wicked there is no peace
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| She says it’s not his time to go
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| Why we were nearly lovers years ago
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| Now what is left for me
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| Among the broken branches of the family tree
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| Heart like an anchor
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| Arms like cable
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| He stood all alone on an iron turntable
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| Don’t let them see you crying that way oh no
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| The sun beats down
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| It’s cracking the flags
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| Boys who should know better
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| Are stamping out fags
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| Don’t let them see you laughing that way
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| Oh no Joe Porterhouse
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| Is not gone forever
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| He’ll be back another day
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| Don’t let them see you crying that way |