(Difford/Tilbrook)
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I think to myself when we kiss
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Your husband is watching
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From his portrait his eyes are looking down
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On the slipper and stocking
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Back against the bookcase
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Down upon the floor
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Empty the decanter
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Slur again for more.
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His house, Her home, our future in a lover's world
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Her son, Her heart, her love for me, tomorrow's world
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I laugh at myself when your son
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Is watching cartoons
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In the morning he's looking up at me
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When we're in the bathroom
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Sees me kissing mother
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Doesn't blink an eye
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Asks a lot of questions
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Answers hard to find.
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I talk to myself when I'm drunk
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And she is still sober
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Words are so few and far between
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My arms reach to hold her
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Hungry for the love
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I rescued from the grave
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The past is just a portrait
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The future's ours to frame
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His House Her Home
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| Squeeze |
