| Red ringed the eyes of the women who cried to the night
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| Black and possessed are the eyes of the man who drank to no foresight
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| Then suffer little children, a haunted dream
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| Bright eyes, scared eyes, a silent scream
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| Now why’d you make me hit you — he’d say
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| Leave me alone I hate you — she’d say
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| Suffer little children, hear and have no say
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| A leopard can’t change his spots
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| A tiger can’t change his stripes
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| Ee-I-addio
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| Mum and Dad still have their frights
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| This woman she takes a couple of pills to hide
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| When there’s no place to run you’d better just shut the door inside
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| Well, riddle me when is a home not a home
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| When you’re twenty floors up and your love has gone
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| Your love was spent on fairy soap
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| For hands that do dishes and hang your hopes
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| On children who in turn look back to you
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| Riddle me when is a home not a home
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| When you’re twenty floors up and your love has gone
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| Your love was spent on fairy soap
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| For hands that do dishes and hang your hopes
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| On children who in turn look back to you |