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Well it was only this morning that I realised
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my conscience's been sleeping while I've been alive
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There's things in the past that I let pass me by
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and now I regret that I never did stop to ask why

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A man with the bag and the walking stick limps up and down my road
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The kids in the cafe they point and laugh where is their moral code
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I should say something but I say nothing I haven't got the nerve
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He's in the twilight years of his life this ain't what he deserves

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A high street fright on a Friday night, a coward hits his lady
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He cries out "Bitch, you must be mad, why'd you disobey me?"
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And we should do something but we do nothing the public eye turns blind
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Domestic violence is met with silence in apathetic times

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And would she have said yes, when wearing her white dress
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if violence was included in his vows?
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I'm sure that she hates it, but she tolerates it
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she's married to him now

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A starving girl cries on TV, dying in a third world nightmare
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Slouching back we sympathise from the comfort of our armchairs
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We should give something but we give nothing only a little loose change
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It's quite appalling when tears are falling more often than the rain

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And if you see a mother swear at her poor innocent child
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Do you ever stop and say to her why are you so vile
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That kid will grow up to be a fuck-up just like his dear young mum
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His little heart is falling apart under your spiteful tongue

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And does this kid deserve this, born into a right mess
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The sad thing is he's not the only one
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And I'm sure that he hates it, but he tolerates it
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A boy can't choose his mum

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