| Johnny’s home drunk again quoting from «The rights of man», it’s midnight
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| Working late, job he hates, rage he can’t communicate inside him
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| Susan’s roused from her bed to frozen kitchen, silent without protest
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| Half asleep, food on stove, threat and insults, a rain of blows screaming hell
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| Oh you feel the shame, oh you feel the pain
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| When there’s nothing you can do you carry it with you
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| Susan tries her best to hide, the blues and purples around her eyes with make up
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| She gets the kids dressed for school, they all pretend, it never happened
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| Little children bury deep, awful sectrets they must keep inside them
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| Damaged daughters, damaged sons, river of pain in every one
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| Oh you feel the shame, oh you feel the pain
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| When there’s nothing you can do you carry it with you
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| When there’s nothing you can do you carry it with you
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| Oh you feel the shame, oh you feel the pain
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| When there’s nothing you can do you carry it with you
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| When there’s nothing you can do you carry it with you
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| When there’s nothing you can do you carry it with you |