| I heard the battle raging on the other side of the wall
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| Buried my head in a pillow and tried to ignore it all
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| Every night when I hear you I dream of breaking down your door
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| An avenging knight in shining armour to rescue you from it all
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| From the family business
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| When I see you in the supermarket
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| With sunglasses in the shade
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| Averting your eyes from the staring questions
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| How were those bruises made
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| It’s family business
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| Children clutching to your legs
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| They’ve got so much they want to say
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| But daddy’s sitting home drunk again
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| So they bite their lips and pray
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| And daddy don’t like no strangers prying
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| And noses in his private affairs
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| And if anyone asks from the social
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| Well you fell down the stairs
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| It’s family business
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| So I’ll become an accessory
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| And I don’t have an alibi
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| To the victim lying on my doorstep
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| The only way I could justify
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| It’s family business
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| 'Cos every day it’s getting harder
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| Try to see to go away
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| To all the people that surround you
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| You have to sit down and explain
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| To be the writing on the wall inside
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| To be the pledge you call your own
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| And if you run into the day
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| You sure you know you’ll find a home
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| You sure you know you’ll find a home
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| The traffic lights shine upon
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| … and the broken home
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| Everyone could be so far away
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| … and the white lines lead the way
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| The writing on the wall
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| They’re carving out the martyrs
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| Could’ve been the same this way
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| Could’ve been the same this way
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| Tell them I’m the same today
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| We could have been much younger
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| It could have been much longer
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| Until the real time
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| Too far
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| You run away today
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| Tomorrow
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| You take away the time
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| You took away a mind
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| Something to the light she said
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| Everyone’s burning
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| We could have been much younger |