| And mothers do what mothers must
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| In you we live, in you we trust our lives
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| So, if I stay or if I go, I want you to know
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| From in here, you seem very kind.
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| And in this place so confidential
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| Lying by your beating heart
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| I could be so incidental
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| I could tear your worlds apart.
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| It is sublime here
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| Like the lining of a leather glove
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| It is sublime here
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| And all I ask for is your love.
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| It is sublime here
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| Mother, do what you must do
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| 'Cause I’m waiting, creating… inside you.
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| So, hold me in this watery place
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| And feed me all the foods you crave, dear Mother
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| And up against your holy wall
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| I hear your voice, I know you like no other.
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| And in this church to life potential
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| This tiny house, my private room
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| I could be so influential
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| A tyrant in my mother’s womb.
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| It is sublime here
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| Like the lining of a leather glove
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| It is sublime here
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| And all I ask for is your love.
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| It is sublime here
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| Mother, do what you must do
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| 'Cause I’m waiting, creating… inside you. |