| My head was stuck in the cat flap on the door
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| Where I could see her walking on the kitchen floor
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| Down on my knees just like a dog
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| Begging for scraps that she said she hadn’t got
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| She took her pen, she poked me in the eye
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| As through the lock I looked to see my world inside
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| I kicked and swore, void of all brain
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| I couldn’t see that I was the one to blame
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| Cold shoulder like a slaughtered cow
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| In a butcher’s fridge
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| Cold shoulder, she had laid the plans
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| Where we built our bridge
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| To a better life, cold shoulder
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| I had been chased by a hairbrush that she threw
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| Life was blurred when the hand of fate came into view
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| It smacked my face, I was released
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| I came back home where life became a feast
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| Cold shoulder like a slaughtered cow
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| In a butcher’s fridge
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| Cold shoulder, she had laid the plans
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| Where we built our bridge
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| To a better life, cold shoulder
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| Then I fell over into a bush |