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Where The Heart Is
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Atmospheres are tense today
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Mother and father are rowing again
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Silently seated around the table
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You're the one that's getting the blame
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Father looks at you like a snake
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You play with the food upon your plate
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No one seems to be on your side
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Things that threaten to hurt your pride
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Mother loves to be concerned
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Using lessons that she learnt
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Fathers never understand
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When children have the upper hand
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Smiling you did your time at school
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Crying quietly like a fool
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Saturday night and Sunday morning
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Did all the things they asked you to do
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They say that home is where the heart is
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But home is only where the hurt is
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Pull the wool over the eyes
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Forget the worries that you started
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Mother loves to be concerned
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Using lessons that she learnt
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Fathers never understand
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When children have the upper hand
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When you stayed out every night
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The first time from your parent's sight
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They started to show some concern
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But by then it was too late
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Feel it's time to pull away
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Shut your ears to all they say
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Be yourself you know it's true
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When in the end what's left is you
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Mother loves to be concerned
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Using lessons that she learnt
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Fathers never understand
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When children have the upper hand
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Where The Heart Is
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