| Blown in the winds of mischance
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| He would stay but that’s not his way
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| What escape for her, she swims in the dark
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| In too deep but still waves —
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| «I'm okay and I don’t need his name, thank you
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| Mine fits me nicely, mine will do"(yeah, mine will do)
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| Unsteady footsteps couldn’t walk alone yet
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| He sends a postcard, he says he’s in debts
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| Now she’s treading water got a back room to let
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| Curses in the backyard, neighbours on the doorstep
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| «You must give your child a name some time»
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| «Well you mean his, and what’s wrong with mine?»
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| (yeah, what’s wrong with mine)
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| Sometimes she could kill him
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| And sometimes this house gets too small
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| She drives him to distraction
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| To see if he will fall
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| But if the truth were told
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| Which it never is With a family like that
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| Who needs enemies
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| She’d be better on her own
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| You sink her like a stone |