| Dear mother, can you hear me whinin'?
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| It’s been three whole weeks since I, I have left your home
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| This sudden fear has left me tremblin'
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| 'Cause now it seems that I am out here on my own
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| And I’m feelin' so alone
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| Pay attention to the cracked streets and the broken homes
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| Some call it slums some call it nice
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| I want to take you through a wasteland, I like to call my home
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| Welcome to paradise
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| A gunshot rings out at the station
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| Another urchin snaps and left dead on his ground
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| It makes me wonder why I’m still here
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| For some strange reason, it’s now feelin' like my home
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| And I’m never gonna go
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| Pay attention to the cracked streets and the broken homes
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| Some call it slums some call it nice
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| I want to take you through a wasteland, I like to call my home
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| Welcome to paradise
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| Dear mother, can you hear me laughin'
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| It’s been six whole months since I, I have left your home
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| It makes me wonder why I’m still here
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| For some strange reason it’s now feelin' like my home
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| And I’m never gonna go
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| Pay attention to the cracked streets and the broken homes
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| Some call it slums some call it nice
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| I want to take you through a wasteland, I like to call my home
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| Welcome to paradise, yeah paradise |