| Mary loves the grouse, hides the bottles round the house,
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| She watches chat shows and the soaps, broken-hearted but she copes,
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| Michael’s out of work, feels he’s sinking in the murk,
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| He’s unshaven and a mess, finds it hard some days to dress
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| Stevie smashes the delf, 'cos he can’t express himself,
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| He’s consumed by rage, like his father at his age,
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| Rita’s little child, has a lovely little smile,
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| This means nothing to her father, because he’s never even seen her.
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| We sing, sing all our cares away
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| We’ll live, to fight another day
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| Joey’s off the gear, he’s been clean for half a year,
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| He gets bored out of his mind, but he’s tryin' to toe the line
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| Maggie’s in a chair, 'twas joyriding put her there,
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| She puts the kettle on the boil, and she’s always got a smile
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| We sing, sing all our cares away
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| We’ll live, to fight another day
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| We sing, sing all our cares away,
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| We’ll live, to love another day,
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| We grow strong, from it all,
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| We grow strong, or we fall,
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| We grow strong, from it all,
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| We grow strong, or we fall,
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| We grow strong. |