| There is only clear soup
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| In the pot
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| I left it on the stove for you
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| Piping hot
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| But the table spoons are stained
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| And full of holes
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| I haven’t changed the sheets since
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| Five weeks back
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| When you left us
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| I rip them into rags
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| Wind them round my chest
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| Oh like a bandage
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| Oh I build a porcelain castle
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| Of the cups you used to drink from
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| I build a porcelain castle
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| On my dirty kitchen sink
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| I give a stranger on the street
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| All your clothes and all unsent letters
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| That I wrote to you
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| You are sailing a white ship
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| While row row row row a boat
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| Everybody seems to know
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| That a father should protect his kids
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| It has turned the opposite way
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| They adore you still
|
| While you left us here in badlands
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| Oh I build a porcelain castle
|
| Of the cups you used to drink from
|
| Oh I build a porcelain castle
|
| On my dirty kitchen sink
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| Row row row a boat
|
| Row row row a boat
|
| Row row row a boat…
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| There is only clear soup
|
| In the pot
|
| I left it on the stove for you
|
| Piping hot
|
| But the table spoons are stained
|
| And full of holes
|
| Oh I build a porcelain castle
|
| Of the cups you used to drink from
|
| I build a porcelain castle
|
| On my dirty kitchen sink
|
| I build a porcelain castle
|
| Of the cups you used to drink from
|
| I build a porcelain castle
|
| On my dirty kitchen sink |