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Mum and Dad are home |
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Sitting round the table |
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Dad's got his face buried in his hands |
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Never seen Dad cry |
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Didn't think that he was able |
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Gravel on the drive, washed away again |
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And with skin off his fingers |
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Still the rain comes down |
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Another week just waiting |
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As he looks down at his hands |
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Tell the rain to stop falling |
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Tell the banks to stop calling |
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Tell the politicians where they can put their plans |
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Tell the day to hold on longer |
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Tell our sons we can't be bothered |
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And then tell these hands to give up on the land |
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Tell these hands. |
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Better take a look |
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Rain might be gone by morning |
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Are you coming for a drive, we wont be long |
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Arm out the window |
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'Giving In' on the radio |
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Funny how that rain cant deep us in |
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And with skin off his fingers |
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Still the rain comes down |
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They're driving through the inches |
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On a track of flooded ground |
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Tell the rain to stop falling |
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Tell the banks to stop calling |
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Tell the politicians where they can put their plans |
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Tell the day to hold on longer |
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Tell our son's we can't be bothered |
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And then tell these hands to give up on the land |
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Tell, tell these hands |
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Go on and tell these hands |
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Go on and tell these hands |
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Tell these hands |
