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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