| My mother had a brother
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| They say that I was born on the day that he died
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| Someone to cling to, she said
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| When all the noises and the shame came calling
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| My mother had a brother
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| I thought I knew them all, I thought I knew
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| But she lied
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| I said, «Show me his face again, tell me again why he died»
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| She said he couldn’t wait for the things that I’ve seen
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| She said he wasn’t strong enough, he never dared to dream a life like mine
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| My mother had a brother
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| Over-sensitive and kind
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| Seems it all became too much for him.
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| It seems he took his own life
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| Mum, I can’t imagine the joy and pain in equal measure
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| Tears in the dirt, and all over your newborn treasure
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| I guess he had to wait until my momma had me
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| I guess he couldn’t wait another moment to be free
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| In endless sky
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| But mama will you tell him from your boy
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| The times they changed
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| I guess the world was getting warmer
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| And we got stronger
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| Mother will you tell him about my joy
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| I live each day for him
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| The sun came out, yeah, and I’m just breathing it in
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| (breathing…)
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| My mother had a brother
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| Same desire, different time
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| Seems the empty spaces tortured him
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| Until he took his own life
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| I don’t know why I waited so long for love
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| I just don’t know what I was thinking of.
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| All that wasted time
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| But mama will you tell him from your boy
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| The times they changed
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| I guess the world was getting warmer
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| While we got stronger
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| Mother will you tell him about my joy
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| I live each day with him
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| Your son came out, yeah
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| And I’m still breathing it in
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| And I swear now that freedom is here
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| I’m gonna taste it all for you boy
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| I’m bad to the bone, I’m just a little torn
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| I’m making so much love
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| So those of us who have nothing to fear
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| We’ve got to make damn sure that it was worth it
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| I’m bad to the bone, I’m just a little stoned
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| I’m making so much love
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| I was a prisoner, but he saved me
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| Broke into my dreams and said, «Who cares?»
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| I was a prisoner, so disgrace me
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| I’m glad to be home
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| And I don’t believe they care |