Two beds and a coffeemachine

And she takes another step
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
You keep moving
Another stop sign
You keep moving on
And the years go by so fast
Wonder how
I ever made it through

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