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Written as a song lyric, now all I need is someone who writes music!
Walking home in the rain
Forgot your coat again.
Feel inside the wet shirt, for the key on the cord.
Step inside the cold house, no one there, not a word,
For the latchkey boy.
Chorus
Just a latchkey boy,
No longer mummy's toy.
A life empty of joy,
For the latchkey boy.
Phone call to make it plain
Parents late home again.
No lack of possessions, love expressed by gold card.
But no hugs, no affection, no warmth from the heart,
For the latchkey boy.
No one to share your pain
Make your own meal again.
From freezer to microwave, heat up the pack.
No loving home cooking, no hand-prepared snack,
For the latchkey boy.
Just a latchkey boy.
Only a latchkey boy.
No child of yours will ever be a latchkey boy.
Serious - 911
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