What's left of our old home is awful dirty
Everything inside is always hurting
The truck will pull right up, I'll be forced to give them up
Then they'll drive away and I'll be awfully lonely

It's Christmas time, I hardly recognize them
And all the clothes I bought are the wrong sizes
There's a new one on the way, so I guess he's here to stay
Nothing left of us but some old pictures.

Don't take the kids, I've been a good dad
You don't love me, but I'm not all bad
I know it's easier down here with your friends and family near
You've got your new boy: don't take the kids

He's young man now and hates me cuz I wasn't there
But we were once so close when I had hair
I fed them everyday, and taught them games to play
But now there's someone else who's always there.

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