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Billy Bragg Talking With The Taxman About The Passion The fear of a daughter can run high In the mind of a father to be For something is growing inside But we don't talk about it, do we In the long empty passionless night Many times to herself she had prayed That the baby will love her much more Than the big boy who stole her away Chorus: And sometimes it takes a grown man a long time to learn Just what it would take a child a night to learn It pains her to learn that some things will never be right If the baby is just someone else to take sides in a fight Harsh words between bride and groom The distance is greater each day He smokes alone in the next room And she knits her life away A long time ago she saw visions on the stairs And when she felt dizzy her mother was always there The home help is no help at all i have not committed a crime Angels gaze down from the wall Is there a god, is there a next time |
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