| Hand on my heart
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| I’ve seen lies tear families apart
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| I’ve seen my own daddy depart
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| Even though he stuck around, I handled his half
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| Nowadays it ain’t likely that a marriage will last
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| Katie Price gets married for laughs
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| But most men don’t want a woman that carries a past
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| Homewreckers runnin round
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| Damaging yards
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| Mother, sister, brother
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| No father in the picture
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| Now mum wants another mister, lover
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| But the kids come first and they’ll suffer
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| Which one is she gonna choose?
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| Oh, mother, your kids are gonna need you much more than I ever did
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| And even though you ain’t got a whole lotta money
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| It’s still over everything
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| (Everything else is irrelevant)
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| Call out, and I hope you hear me
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| A lonely voice in the crowd, in the crowd
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| Call out, with all I have in me
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| Promise you won’t let me down
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| It’s a lonely road (it's a lonely road)
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| Show me home
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| Or am I just a consequence of a broken home (of a broken home)
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| It’s a lonely road (it's a lonely road)
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| Show me home
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| Just another consequence of a broken home (of a broken home)
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| Single mothers
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| With kids the same age as their own little brothers
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| That’s his uncle
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| But you would think they’re cousins
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| I ain’t judgin
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| I’m humble when it comes to this discussion
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| I’m from a road full of broken homes
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| Where kids find out what the grown-ups know
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| Little man’s gotta play the grown-up's role
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| Macaulay Culkin; |
| he’s home alone
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| Daddy’s in the bin, Mummy’s working the night shift
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| She ain’t got enough money to pay the child-minders
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| Daddy’s on the wing, wishing it wasn’t like this
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| And plus he got caught before the money was divided |