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(difford/tilbrook) |
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I lost the children |
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But they can be found |
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Home in a red house just across town |
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Sitting in boxes |
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Of opened up toys |
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Watching the simpsons |
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And making some noise |
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I lost the children |
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But they're in great hands |
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When i cook the dinners |
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Right out of tin cans |
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I lost the children |
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And i have to pay |
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Some heavy duty on life everyday |
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Cupboards need filling |
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With deadlines to meet |
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Here in my cheque book |
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My fountain pen weeps |
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I should be thankful |
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And thankful am i |
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I went to the cleaners |
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And came back with my life |
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For a moment it all looked so grim |
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It looked like i would not get a thing |
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For a moment it all looked so sad |
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But now it's so good to be a dad |
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I lost the children |
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They haven't lost me |
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We're still together and happy to be |
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Out in the summer |
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On beaches in parks |
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Home in the winter and up with the larks |
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I should be thankful |
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And thankful am i |
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I went to the cleaners |
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And came back with my life |
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From pushchairs to games of football |
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My back was against every wall |
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For a moment it all looked so sad |
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But now it's so good to be a dad |
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For a moment it all looked so grim |
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It looked like i would not get a thing |
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For a moment it all looked so sad |
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But now it's so good to be a dad |
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I lost the children |
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They haven't lost me |