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Jul 2016
She cry's into her clothes
Weeps like a baby
And I don't know what to do

He hits and scratches
Just doesn't understand danger
And I don't know what to do

Tomorrow we'll talk
All smiles cause we love him
And I don't know what to do

Then the cycle will commence
He'll repeat the process
And I don't know what to do

Until the morning
When we find it in us to carry on
And I don't know what to do
Written by
Andrew James Shepherd  Burnage
(Burnage)   
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