There's a good tradition of love and hate staying by the fireside There's a good tradition of love and hate staying by the fireside
And though the rain may fall - your father's calling you You still feel safe inside And though your ma's too proud - your brother's ignoring you You still feel safe inside
Oh, was this solo? Was this yesterday? Was this true for you? 'cos while all the rest have taken time This didn't do a lot for you
And the corners laced with memories Tell you how it used to be Your mother smiles, the children play, and all the bad things happen miles away
And strong feelings never bother you You hold your head up while the rest of us try to
Oh, call the stations Call the people We all want to know 'cos while all the rest have taken time You don't wanna know
Well, there's a good tradition of love and hate staying by the fireside There's a good tradition of love and hate staying by the fireside
And though the rain may fall - your father's calling you You still feel safe inside And though your ma's too proud - your brother's ignoring you You still feel safe inside
Oh, was this solo? Was this yesterday? Was this true for you? 'cos of all the choices you have made This didn't do a lot for you
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