| Footsteps down the stairs and at the door
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| Pausing in the hall and at the door
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| 'Cause I know daddy’s here
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| I can tell that he’s there
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| And that means she’ll be glad
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| Until we’re in bed then she’s alone
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| For there are things they have to say
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| And we are sent away
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| Mama, the room is cold and he is scared
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| I am too and you’re not there
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| How could we know you’d only took a walk
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| To a neighbours for a quiet talk
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| Sunshine’s dying flicker on grey stone walls
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| Outside in the hall the old dog growls
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| And we’re in bed playing guessing games
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| Telling stories, making plans
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| Radio, salary and Sunday tea
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| It is nicer here, just us three
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| And I know he won’t come again
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| There is no need to explain |