Two beds and
a Coffee Machine
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Slowly she opens the door Check that he is sleeping Pick up all the broken glass And furniture on the floor Been up half the night screaming Now it's time to get away Pack up the kids in the car Another bruise to try and hide Another alibi to write Another ditch in the road
There are children to think of
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But there are groceries to buy And she knows she'll have to go home Another ditch in the road
Another bruise to try and hide
Another ditch in the road
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