| My sister I hear you calling
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| You feel your world has fallen
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| Gather your possessions
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| Muster up your strength and walk away
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| My brother now I’m pleading
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| My sister needs to leave now
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| Let her leave with safety
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| No need for more chasing again
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| Sister mother daughter
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| Not treated how you oughta
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| Cut off by a river
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| Someone burnt the bridge
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| Random acts of malice
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| From up inside your palace
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| Wall’s too tall for scaling
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| Who’s gonna do the saving
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| I wait for your arrival
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| To know that you’re surviving
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| Smoke I see arising
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| Way upon horizon
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| Far from other shores
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| Escaping any laws
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| Get into that boat
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| With your hands upon those oars
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| None of this shit made sense
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| All of the biblical rules that it went against
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| What are fences for, to keep the trouble out right?
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| What if the trouble is in, who will save them then?
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| And the walls are thin, they hear him go at it again
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| Quietly sobbing, her brother his holding her hand
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| They dare not turn on the light
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| For fear of worsening the fight
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| So alone and frozen, both eyes open
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| Every sound magnified in the dead of the night
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| Their mum pleads and begs him please
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| Tears wiped away with pyjama sleeves
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| Life went about its business of bearing its teeth
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| Big brother being brave gets up
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| Little sister says stop
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| In the kitchen a glass drops
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| As a kid, dad’s so big
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| Enough to drag em all down in the hole he digs
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| She is so withdrawn in class
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| But there’s a world in her head
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| That they never thought to ask
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| I doubt she would tell them anyway
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| I asked her the other day
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| Are your parents going to the PTA
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| She said they’d gone away
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| Something volatile behind her eyes
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| That makes them nervous
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| And they haven’t got the strength to ask
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| To scratch the surface
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| So she sits in class drawing rowboats in silence
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| Drifting away from a tower rising from an island
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| Her brother’s got her back
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| But he’s not always within range
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| So she fights her own battles
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| Girls think she’s strange
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| No teachers that I’ve asked would even know her name
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| And would barely notice
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| If she never even came to class
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| I wish that her shame would pass
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| And mine would dissolve as fast
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| As the dreams of six year olds
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| She is so much older than her tender years
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| I wish I could do something to end the tears
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| Her eyes like a bottomless lake
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| Deep and clear
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| I wish I could do something to end the fear |