| Two great European narcotics, alcohol and Christianity
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| I know which one I prefer
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| We never went to church
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| Just get on with work and sometimes things’ll hurt
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| But it’s hit me since you left us
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| And it’s so hard not to search
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| If you were still about
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| I’d ask you what I’m supposed to do now
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| I just get a bit scared every now
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| I hope I made you proud
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| On your birthday when mum passed the forks and spoons
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| I put my head on the table, I was so distraught with you
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| You tidied your things into the bin the more poorly you grew
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| So there’s nothing of yours to hold or to talk to
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| You put your hand up and interrupt the conversation with a «But»
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| People say I interrupt people with the same look
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| Sometimes I think so hard, I can’t remember how your face looked
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| Started reading about dreams in your favourite book
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| I panic and pace when I can’t see the right thing to do
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| You’d be scratching your head through the best advice you knew
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| And I feel sad I can’t hear you reciting it through
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| I miss you, Dad, but I’ve got nothing to remind me of you
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| We never went to church
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| Just get on with work and sometimes things’ll hurt
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| But it’s hit me since you left us
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| And it’s so hard not to search
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| If you were still about
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| I’d ask you what I’m supposed to do now
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| I just get a bit scared every now
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| I hope I made you proud
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| I needed a break when your book about dreams was taken
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| I needed to pray or see a priest that day
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| I needed to leave this trade and just heave it away
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| But I cleaned up my place like you so I could see things straight
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| I never cared about God when life was sailin' on the calm
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| So I said I’d get my head down
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| And I’d deal with the ache in my heart
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| And, for that, if God exists, I’d reckon he’d pay me regard
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| Mum says me and you are the same from the start
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| I guess, then, you did leave me something to remind me of you
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| Every time I interrupt someone like you used to
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| When I do something like you, you’ll be on my mind all through
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| 'Cause I forgot you left me behind to remind me of you
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| We never went to church
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| Just get on with work and sometimes things’ll hurt
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| But it’s hit me since you left us
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| And it’s so hard not to search
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| If you were still about
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| I’d ask you what I’m supposed to do now
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| I just get a bit scared every now
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| I hope I made you proud
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| We never went to church
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| Just get on with work and sometimes things’ll hurt
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| But it’s hit me since you left us
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| And it’s so hard not to search
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| But you, you still tell me how you didn’t know
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| What to do, even now
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| And then I’m not so scared somehow
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| 'Cause I know that you’d be proud
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| I got a good one for you, Dad
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| I’m gonna see a priest, a Rabbi and a Protestant clergyman
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| You always said I should hedge my bets |