| Every mum loves their son
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| Remember that the next time you’re loading up the gun
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| Cock it back, make it throw in and you run
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| Breaking them and turn them holy at the sun
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| Then the Lord, Jesus and Mary Magdalen
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| But our mom’s mind is below imagining
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| The subjects I’m tackling, left to cry tears when I scream, see this really
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| happening
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| Every young soul that’s killed in the field
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| Never perish to the hating pull to his own
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| This rap tool to his home, till his own home
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| To leave the marker on this first wounds talk broke
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| You can never really hurt one person
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| Only damage everything they ever know
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| So next time you see red, think slow
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| Before you strip another woman of her soul
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| (Hook)
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| We are just children trying to cope in
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| We crawl to our feet and we try to run
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| Won’t be one of the fallen
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| Our love has just begun
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| In the end we’re all just flash and blood, all set and done
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| We’re all our mother’s sons
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| Whether you’re rich or poor
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| Live like a king or you’re sleeping all alone, cold
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| Concrete floor, summer in the city
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| Nearly every man has a mother he adores
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| But when the time comes to leave the nest
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| We have to learn to fly alone and fight our own wars
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| For the trouble that will always be stars
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| Some man’s right, but some close doors
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| Today is like I don’t know what to say
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| Looking in the face the whole human race
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| In dismay I think that we forget
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| Who we evolved from the first drowns of DNA
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| Creating many types of men
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| Think as a fire as the men in different shades
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| Opinions, measurements, shapes
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| And though, within our mother’s eyes we’ll be great
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| (Hook)
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| We are just children trying to cope in
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| We crawl to our feet and we try to run
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| Won’t be one of the fallen
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| Our love has just begun
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| In the end we’re all just flash and blood, all set and done
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| We’re all our mother’s sons
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| (Bridge)
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| Let me take the opportunity to say
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| I tell my loved ones I love them every day
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| Rule children of the planet trying to grow while the minutes slip away
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| Some try hard and fly for the flip off
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| Some strawl into glory like it’s faith
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| But whatever life decides, the car dripping dope if you were to hate
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| (Hook)
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| We are just children trying to cope in
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| We crawl to our feet and we try to run
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| Won’t be one of the fallen
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| Our love has just begun
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| In the end we’re all just flash and blood, all set and done
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| We’re all our mother’s sons
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| We are just children trying to cope in
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| We crawl to our feet and we try to run
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| Won’t be one of the fallen
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| Our love has just begun
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| In the end we’re all just flash and blood, all set and done
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| We’re all our mother’s sons |