The fear of a daughter can run high
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In the mind of a father to be
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For something is growing inside
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But we don't talk about it, do we
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In the long empty passionless night
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Many times to herself she had prayed
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That the baby will love her much more
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Than the big boy who stole her away
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CHORUS:
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And sometimes it takes a grown man a long time to learn
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Just what it would take a child a night to learn
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It pains her to learn that some things will never be right
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If the baby is just someone else to take sides in a fight
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Harsh words between bride and groom
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The distance is greater each day
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He smokes alone in the next room
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And she knits her life away
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A long time ago she saw visions on the stairs
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And when she felt dizzy her mother was always there
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The home help is no help at all I have not committed a crime
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Angels gaze down from the wall
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Is there a God, Is there a next time
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The Passion
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| Billy Bragg |
