When you would come home
We would hold each other in fear for we knew
that you would drink another beer
If only the things you did to us,you could see
and the things you said to us you could hear
You would understand why we were afraid to shed
a tear
You would understand why your two baby girls lived in fear
If only you would put down the beer
If only you could see your own drunken reflection
in the mirror
You would understand for how long your two baby girls lived in living terror
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