Mom wanted to see her son as an adult,
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I forgave the mistakes, but the picture didn't change.
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With broken hands, every evening at the entrance,
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You know, mom, I saw the world, it's not entirely honest.
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It's all the same here, stick together
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Empty looks in people give rise to diseases.
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Forgive me for ruining my heart with mist,
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You were always right, it's worse than death.
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I'm unlikely to give up, mom, my songs,
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I smoke a lot and don't sleep at night for a month.
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Probably, all this came to me as a child,
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Do you remember how I wrote poetry, you read in an armchair.
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Northern heat, cold gray stairs,
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She raised her son strong, under any pressure.
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I will stand for your honor, remembering prayers,
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You need to have time to leave something before the credits come.
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I'm like this, I don't need a title
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A country in which there are more and more parasites at the top.
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And then sometimes so wildly, hands tremble quietly,
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I got burned, but I don't believe the lying bitch anymore.
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It's getting harder to get to the point here,
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Killed eyes everywhere, people became blind.
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Ladies who walk down the aisle lack foreplay
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Mom, I'm sorry for the truth, but it was and will be so.
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Chorus:
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Where can I find the words, evil rules here,
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Erased love and faith.
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Where is the warmth, the fruit of the clouds,
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It won't take you to heaven.
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Where can I find the words, evil rules here,
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Erased love and faith.
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Where is the warmth, the fruit of the clouds,
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It won't take you to heaven.
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Where is the warmth that warms the heart,
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People still inject pain in search of a place.
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Find yourself among the crowd, do not fall to the ground,
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Look at what we have turned the laws of the Universe into.
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For years in a row I've been chained to the walls,
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Find something in yourself, get out of captivity.
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Why do we break mothers, they didn't leave us,
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I remember my childhood and my mother with wet eyes.
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This is the scenario we mourn for the past,
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Try to write it off from the soul by removing the oversight.
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You slander fate with the legs of a black cat,
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Pacify all excuses, know that signs are false.
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Mom meets her son at the threshold,
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It is already stupid and difficult to stir up something that cannot be returned.
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Do you regret your sins or did you live on purpose,
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Nonsense, live through yourself according to the will of God.
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Chorus:
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Where can I find the words, evil rules here,
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Erased love and faith.
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Where is the warmth, the fruit of the clouds,
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It won't take you to heaven.
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Where can I find the words, evil rules here,
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Erased love and faith.
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Where is the warmth, the fruit of the clouds,
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It won't take you to heaven. |