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STORM

I HAVE CAME IN THE HOUSE FOR THE LAST TIME

WHERE I SEE YOU LAYING ON THE COUCH

WITHOUT ONE CARE

I WORK ALL DAY TO PROVIDE FOR YOU

BUT WHY AM I BREAKING MY NECK

FOR A MAN WHO DOES NOTHING

YOU CALL ME ALL SORTS OF NAMES

SOMETIMES YOU PUT ME TO SHAME

I THINK TO MYSELF WHY AM I STILL HERE

WHAT MUST I SEE IN YOU

YOU BEG AND PLEAD DON'T LEAVE YOU ALONE

YOU CAN'T MAKE IT IN LIFE ON YOUR OWN

BUT AS I SIT AND WATCH

YOU REFUSE TO GROW UP

YOU ABUSE ME SLAP ME

PUNCH ME KICK ME WHEN I'M DOWN

YOU TREAT ME WORST THAN A DOG

AND LIKE A DOG I COME BACK TO YOU

WELL IT'S OVER I SEEN THE SUNSHINE

THE CLOUDS ROLLING AWAY

A NEW DAY IS COMING

THE STORM IS FINALLY GONE