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Behind Closed Doors (Acoustic) - The Strypes (条纹四合唱团)

Written by：Ross Farrelly/Josh McClorey/Pete O'Hanlon/Evan Walsh

It's a national crisis

Your dependence on vices

I'm amazed at your resilience

To laugh at the other drunken millions

When the clothes you've worn to work today

Are speckled with sick and beaujolais

Hit with the hammer of hard home truths

There's only one thing that's left to do

Put your plans on the long finger

Leave your wife promise the kids you'll see them

But they know that's just feeble optimism

You'd like to think you'd have kept in touch

Some consideration for someone you love

But you were never very into altruism

Behind closed doors decitions are made

Behind closed doors

Become disenchanted and get your own place

Maudlin in private the tears fall with grace

On damp sheets that smell of dual pack lenore

And the cigarette ash from the night before

A threadbare sofa out in the street

The crumblin' bus station couldn't be more bleak

An old man and his dog just sit and talk

You have to wonder who's taking who for a walk

Put your plans on the long finger

Leave your wife promise the kids you'll see them

But they know that's just feeble optimism

You'd like to think you'd have kept in touch

Some consideration for someone you love

But you were never very into altruism

Behind closed doors decitions are made

Behind closed doors you never know what goes on

There's no recourse to be taken here

The ignored phone calls have made it clear

They're better off without you in every way

You pass on the street but there's nothing to say

There comes a time when you have to decide

Do you put your family before your pride

You'd rather see them happy in their own way

Than miserable with you for another day

Behind closed doors decitions are made

Behind closed doors

Behind closed doors decitions are made

Behind closed doors you never know what goes on