| Even though you think
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| To push me from the bath into the sink
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| I can still get clean
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| From everything obscene
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| So just pass me the soap
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| And I will scrub so hard to have the hope
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| That one day I’ll be free
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| And flies won’t follow me
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| Cause if the bath is black and the soap is old
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| You’re turning the hot tap but the water is cold
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| Try as you might everything you’ve done has been washed out
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| And you’re not coming home to—
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| All this mess, undress
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| I’ll put you to the test just try your best
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| Put your apron on
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| I feel it’s been too long
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| Since you last made me laugh
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| Instead my hands are stuck to you with tar
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| And I can’t get them off
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| I’ll leave prints on the cloth
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| Cause if the bath is black and the soap is old
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| You’re turning the hot tap but the water is cold
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| Try as you might everything you’ve prayed for
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| Won’t be done until you’ve paid for all your hours
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| And you’re not coming home tonight
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| You’re not coming home
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| Tonight, you’re not coming home
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| To all this mess, undress
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| I’ll put you to the test just try your best
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| Cause if the bath is black and the soap is old
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| You’re turning the hot tap but the water is cold
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| Try as you might, everything you—
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| Try as you might, everything—
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| If the bath is black and the soap is old
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| You’re turning the hot tap but the water is cold
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| Try as you might, everything you’ve prayed for
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| Won’t be done until you’ve paid for all your hours
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| And you’re not coming home tonight |