| See those people there? |
| They look after me
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| This is a photograph of who I might be
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| Man in a uniform, bride on his arm
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| Mum always was a fool for money and charm
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| He’s been talkin' in his sleep again
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| Sayin' he’s sorry, callin' my name
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| Sayin' how he’s so ashamed
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| Alone again in the lap of luxury
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| Since it happened I had nothin' to say
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| It used to bother them but now it’s okay
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| Mother cleans his dreadful house every day
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| Scrubbing at the stains that won’t go away
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| They sent me away to the school in the park
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| They said it would be good for me
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| I still hear the other kids cry in the dark
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| Alone again in the lap of luxury
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| Is there no escape from the lap of luxury
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| I don’t remember the last time I cried
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| I don’t remember much except lies
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| See the little girl spirallin' down
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| This is a photograph of who she is now
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| «One day this will all be yours» he said
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| Tidy your room and straight to bed
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| Tidy up those thoughts in your head
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| Alone again in the lap of luxury
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| I could be anywhere right now
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| If I only had the nerve to leave this house
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| Maybe somewhere by the sea
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| Take me somewhere, anywhere please!
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| We could make a pillow of sand and sleep
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| We could roll
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| We could make
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| We could see
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| We could scream
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| Far, Father, Farthest
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| Oh daddy, you do not do anymore
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| For God’s sake don’t pretend to be concerned
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| Turn into nightmares in the end
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| Throw a party for all my friends
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| I. Now Wash your Hands
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| You give up hope
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| You settle down
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| With your favourite soap
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| Now wash your hands |