| Door locked open, door locked shut
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| See you soon, hopefully not
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| I’ve been and gone so many times
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| Without a word, I’ve dropped no lines
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| Just look forward, never back
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| Selfish bastard, dicta-brat
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| Please forgive me
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| For the things I have done
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| Don’t feel ashamed
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| If you’re asked how’s your son
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| Living here and living there
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| Lived at home but very rare
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| To see your faces it would be
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| A treasure locked in memory
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| Do drop a line, say hello Dad
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| I await your answer, for I also beg
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| Please accept me
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| From a baby I have come
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| Pain, distress and heartache
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| I have now overcome
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| Running here and running there
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| Often caught but never cared
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| Been a-courting every year
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| Champagne and caviar
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| Understand this old man
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| If you don’t buy it, I’ll still make you
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| Understand, I will old man
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| If you can’t buy it, I’ll still make you
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| Dealing low and dealing high
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| Money always just walked by
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| Visible lines now I can see
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| Was all this the cause of me
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| A letter’s come, she has replied
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| Well, two years ago your mother died |