| She left in the middle of the night with the kids
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| Wrapped in a blanket with a packet of crisps
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| Heading for her mother’s on another estate
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| The kids looked up at the light and the rain
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| In the middle of the night
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| Such adventures made
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| For two little kids
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| Staying up late
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| It was rainy and windy
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| As winter was bleak
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| At four in the morning on King George Street
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| She couldn’t get to sleep, where on earth had he gone?
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| The door opened wide and the light went on
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| He was drunk as a lord with a tyre marked hat
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| Falling in the hall on top of the cat
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| Singing viva espana
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| To a crying wife
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| He took a swing at the shade
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| On the light
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| They were knocking on the door
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| Dressed like refugees
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| In the pouring rain on King George Street
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| She won’t have that behavior
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| In her house anymore
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| He’s got to sober up or get kicked out of the door
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| Down on the corner, the kids at his feet
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| As Daddy comes home on King George Street
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| As Daddy comes home
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| They stood around the kettle and watched as it brewed
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| Sneezing into hankies hands all blue
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| The next evening he came around to the house
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| With a bunch of flowers; |
| they locked him out
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| He peered through the window
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| Mouthed words in the air
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| Her lips to a cup
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| She saw him out there
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| The kids came running
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| But were they happy to see
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| Their Daddy back home on King George Street?
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| Their Daddy back home on King George Street |