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He saw them every other weekend so he always tried to make the time count
Though he couldn't wait to see them
when he spoilt them he only thought of the amount
He knew childhood was fleeting
It's here then it's lost
But the thought kept repeating just how much it cost him each time
So he put it out of mind

He wasn't naturally generous but he made up for it with self-discipline
He had a way of being there without being there
A way of listening without listening
And though he told himself without them he was incomplete
Every time he would shout them he kept the receipt for his tax
So he could claim it all back
Hand it to the accountant
Please can you count it?
Please can you count it?
Something's wrong can you name it?
One day I'll claim it all back

He kissed the top of their heads as he dropped them off on their mother's street
And as they raced into her arms
He was ashamed that all he felt was relief
He paid someone to tell him to live in the moment
That he was counting down the days till the day of atonement arrived
That he was letting things slide
Hand it to the accountant
Please can you count it?
Please can you count it?
Something's wrong can you name it?
Some day I'll claim it all back

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from Songs From The Middle, released May 26, 2015

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