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Dennis is 45 and lives at home with mum Just like he's done for his whole life And though he's not all there And he doesn't go out anywhere His mum wouldn't change it for the world Mum's in her 70's and she still works full time Just like she's done for her whole life Her bills are always paid The rest she needs tuck away She will probably work until she dies Sometimes late at night She sits up and cries 'Cause she's not getting any younger And if she can't go on forever Then who looks after Dennis? Mum's intuition has always been spot on She's feeling this is her last night Her hands on Dennis' face She says "Listen, I love you mate Promise you that things will be alright." They buried mum last week next to her husband And Dennis doesn't understand Dennis is 45 and lives at home alone And he can't recognise his life He gets his meals on wheels And carer once a week No more than he needs to survive This paint is peeling off The gardens are all dead He's losing everything he's known Mum's other kids don't call But still they want to sell it all They go and stick Dennis in a home Sometimes late at night He sits up and cries Because he just can't deal with change And things they haven't changed in years And he just wonders where his mum is