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Domestic Life

that rent will get paid next month just like it always does Daddy’s sure to pay it with a smile, and with love. Mama’s gonna feed us she’ll cook us up delights, even if its rice and beans or ramen every night. Daddy’s gonna save us from this slum we’re livin’ in, we’ll  all live clean and righteous instead of daily sin. Daddy’s coming late tonight, with liquor on his breath just know that when he hits us he doesn’t love us less. and don’t you cry my darling don’t you scream and shout because even if you do no one will hear a sound.
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molly-brown-fuller
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May 13, 2011
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