You gave up my career; |
promotion was in sight
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And just to keep the peace I keep my mouth shut
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Filling hours with others takes up too much time
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I’m always catching colds: I never seem to shake them off
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You’re never coming home
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I cook some food for you
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It lies there getting cold
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And then I clean my shoes
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And then I clean my shoes
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I’ve got so many shoes
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And then, within the same breath, you turn around and say
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«It's just that I’ve never been in the position
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As to something sensible being drawn out of me»
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I had this awful dream that all my teeth fell out
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I couldn’t live this way so I slept for days on end
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If my legs were made of wood you would have never talked to me
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And so it goes to show that all you want’s above the knee
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You’re never coming home
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I cook some food for you
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It lies there getting cold
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And then I clean my shoes
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And then I clean my shoes
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I’ve got so many shoes
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And then, within the same breath, you turn around and say
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«It's just that I’ve never been in the position
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As to something sensible being drawn out of me»
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You’re never coming home
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I cook some food for you
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It lies there getting cold
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And then I clean my shoes
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And then I clean my shoes
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I’ve got so many shoes
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And then, within the same breath, you turn around and say
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«It's just that I’ve never been in the position
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As to something sensible being drawn out of me» |