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Bring a little water. You're all right?
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My Dad, now there was a boozer,
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a fierce whore for the drink.
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None of us ever slept.
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We'd be lying there,
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shivering with the fright, waiting for him to come home,
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knowing that if he did,
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there'd be no place to hide.
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Then he'd get up in the morning with no memory of having beat
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the stuffing out of us the night before.
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You know what kept me from killing him?
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What?