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Words
Verse 1
Your dad washed dishes here for seven years
Hands in the water, headphones in, no complaints
Last Thursday he came running through the back door
Still in his apron, shouting out your weight
We stood there in the steam and we all yelled
And then he cried and blamed it on the onions
Pre-Chorus
So this is the first thing anyone has written for you
Theo, one week old, asleep on someone's chest
Chorus
Welcome to the loud part, little one
The world's a kitchen, everybody's shouting
But somebody will always find you something warm
And somebody will always hold the door
Verse 2
You will not remember one hour of this week
The blanket or the beeping or the drive home in the dark
But it happened, and there were people glad about it
More people than your mother would have guessed
One day you'll be embarrassed by this song
That's alright. That's the job. Be embarrassed
Chorus
Welcome to the loud part, little one
The world's a kitchen, everybody's shouting
But somebody will always find you something warm
And somebody will always hold the door
Bridge
Sleep now, while the sleeping's easy
There's a stool with your name on it eventually
But not for years, and not for us to say
Outro
Welcome home, Theo
The door is already open
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