With your mother's cameo brooch
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Sat at the foot of her bed taking notes
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You watched her since you were small
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You are the new belle of the ball
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With your father's bruise on your arm
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Telling me it's no cause for alarm
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Stop pushing people away
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You can't live your life this way
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I will always be there for you
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Whenever you need me, someone to talk to
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With your sister's love for her dad
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You tell her it's the piano teacher that has been bad
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You said you hadn't learnt your scales
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She said you were going off the rails
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But that was nothing to what you are now
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And I'm not picking holes and I don't want to row
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But people are getting scared
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We can see your bones, and we were unprepared
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I will always be there for you
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Whenever you need me, someone to talk to
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I will always be there for you
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Whenever you need me, someone to talk to
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I will always be there for you
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Whenever you need me, someone to talk to
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Cameo Brooch
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| The Courteeners |
