| My mother holds my new born child
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| She’s covered in tape
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| Stillborn asthma
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| She whimpers as they hold her
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| The coughing ensues
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| So give me milk without any panic attacks
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| So give me milk without any panic attacks
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| Many panic, any panic
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| Mother holds my only lifeline
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| Mother holds my only lifeline
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| Mother holds my only lifeline
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| Won’t you take her away?
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| Place her under the flatline
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| My triumph holds my only lifeline
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| This marrow has doubt
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| Asphalt liar
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| I keep on falling flat-faced
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| I’m simmered in mud
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| So give me milk without any panic attacks
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| So give me milk without any panic attacks
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| Many panic, any panic
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| Mother holds my only lifeline
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| Mother holds my only lifeline
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| Mother holds my only lifeline
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| Won’t you take her away?
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| Place her under the flatline
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| She was a spider while roaming the streets
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| Won’t you have mercy on me?
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| Once was a tiger hunting Poseidon
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| Won’t you have pity on me?
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| Mother holds my only lifeline
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| Mother holds my only lifeline
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| Mother holds my only lifeline
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| Won’t you take her away?
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| Place her under the flatline
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| Mother holds my only lifeline
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| Mother holds my only lifeline
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| Mother holds my only lifeline
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| Won’t you take her away?
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| Place her under the flatline |