| I was born from love, and my poor mother worked the mines
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| I was raised on the good book Jesus till I read between the lines
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| Now I don’t believe I want to see the morning
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| Going down the stoney end
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| I never wanted to go down the stoney end
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| Mama, let me start all over
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| Cradle me, Mama, cradle me again
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| (Cradle me, Mama, cradle me again)
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| I can still remember him with love light in his eyes
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| But the light flickered out and parted as the sun began to rise
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| Now I don’t believe I want to see the morning
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| Going down the stoney end
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| I never wanted to go down the stoney end
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| Mama, let me start all over
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| Cradle me, Mama, cradle me again
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| (Cradle me, Mama, cradle me again)
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| Never mind the forecast, 'cause the sky has lost control
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| 'Cause the fury and the broken thunder’s come to match my raging soul
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| Now I don’t believe I want to see the morning
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| Going down the stoney end
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| I never wanted to go down the stoney end
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| Mama, let me start all over
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| Cradle me, Mama, cradle me Going down the stoney end
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| I never wanted to go down the stoney end
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| Mama, let me start all over
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| Cradle me, Mama, cradle me again |