(*Jeffrey Hatcher/Kim Clarke)
Well she tries to hide what's been going on*
Holding back the tears when she's on the phone
All the years of pain that have been disguised can not be denied
Is there no where to go
When the words turn to blows
And the fists start to fly
And the children hide and the curtain's closed
Well her friends have tried
They know that something's wrong
But he says he loves her
So she carries on
There's the kids, the house
So much at stake for her to make a break
Is there no where to go
When the words turn to blows
And the fists start to fly
And the children hide and the curtain's closed
She's scared and it shows
Is there no where to go
Like like a fist flying arose
Now the circle has closed
Will the world that she knows
End this way
So they talk all night
He says he's to blame
And he buys her back
With promises again
Now the tears are dry
It's a sober game till it happens again
Is there no where to go
When the words turn to blows
And the fists start to fly
And the children hide and the curtain's closed
Will the world that she knows
End this way
Ah they talk all night
He says that he's to blame
And he buys her back
With promises again
Now the tears are dry
It's a sober game till it happens again
Is there no where to go
When the words turn to blows
The fists start to fly
And the children hide and the curtain's closed
When the fists start to fly
All the children hide and the curtain's closed

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