| There’s a good tradition of love and hate staying by the fireside
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| There’s a good tradition of love and hate staying by the fireside
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| And though the rain may fall — your father’s calling you
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| You still feel safe inside
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| And though your ma’s too proud — your brother’s ignoring you
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| You still feel safe inside
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| Oh, was this solo?
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| Was this yesterday?
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| Was this true for you?
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| 'Cos while all the rest have taken time
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| This didn’t do a lot for you
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| And the corners laced with memories
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| Tell you how it used to be Your mother smiles, the children play, and all the bad things happen miles away
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| And strong feelings never bother you
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| You hold your head up while the rest of us try to Oh, call the stations
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| Call the people
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| We all want to know
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| 'Cos while all the rest have taken time
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| You don’t wanna know
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| Well, there’s a good tradition of love and hate staying by the fireside
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| There’s a good tradition of love and hate staying by the fireside
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| And though the rain may fall — your father’s calling you
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| You still feel safe inside
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| And though your ma’s too proud — your brother’s ignoring you
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| You still feel safe inside
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| Oh, was this solo?
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| Was this yesterday?
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| Was this true for you?
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| 'Cos of all the choices you have made
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| This didn’t do a lot for you |