Something is not quite right outside.
A man has left his woman to die.
A woman upholds her child's lie.
A groom has run from his bride.
Something is not quite right outside.
As I sit here in my cozy chair,
Stroking my life, stroking my hair.
My sanctuary of comfort and pride.
All these people need to learn to hide.
They make mistakes for all to see,
The numpties think they are free,
Something is not quite right outside.
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