Leaving Home

Don’t you cry, don’t feel sad. 

Don’t you sigh or feel bad

Not a tear now you’re on your own

Now your baby’s left home

Now your baby’s left home

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You’ve now got more space in the bathroom

An empty coat peg in the hall

One less setting at the table

Life feels cruel, life feels cruel

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There is one less pile of ironing

One less room for you to clean

One less voice that’s undermining

Life feels mean, life feels mean

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The car has now got extra seating

Lights are turned off everywhere

The fridge is full ‘cos no one’s eating

Life’s not fair, life’s not fair.