One on the nose, one on the chin,
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You bruise so easy, so why stay with him?
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He uses you just like a human punching bag.
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But you don't complain, you're too scared to speak.
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Anyway, it only really hurts you when you laugh,
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And when you eat.
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But you can't break the pattern, week after week.
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The bruises show,
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But he must be special otherwise you'd just get up and go.
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You'll never let us know
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Exactly how you feel.
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What's the use, the cynics say it's no excuse,
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You keep running back just to get a little bit of abuse.
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You say it's okay,
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But I say that it's not right.
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You wind him up, but you're living in fear,
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You keep going back but it ends in tears, oh.
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That's quite a cut on the side of your head.
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Is it from his fist, or did you really fall out of bed?
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Oh, so uncouth,
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Excuse me, is this your tooth?
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Why do you stay, no one knows.
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Do you really love him, or are you too scared to go?
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You're always nervous and on the edge of tears.
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You cry alone,
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But you never tell us what it's like when you get back home.
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No one will ever know
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Because you never show.
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What's the use,
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Everyone says you've got no excuse,
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You keep running back just to get a little bit of abuse.
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You say it's okay,
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But I say that it's not right.
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Oh, it's your secret, it's your life, who am I to criticize?
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It takes two sides to know it's true,
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And maybe, he'll stay in love with you.
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No one will ever know,
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Because you never show.
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A Little Bit Of Abuse
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| The Kinks |
