| Dear Mamma
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| It’s almost my birthday
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| You knew I’d use my thumbs
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| They flick the ashes to the ground
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| And keep me on the run
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| Now, Dear Mamma
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| Is it frightening to watch yourself get old?
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| Mamma, will I know when I’ve found home?
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| Now, Dear Mamma
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| It seems to me
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| Just the sun and moon are real
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| And they’re the furthest things
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| The furthest things from my touch
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| (From my touch.)
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| Well, I don’t like who I am
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| Who I’ve been
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| Or who I’ll be
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| And I know my reflection
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| I am a monster
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| I am the beast and
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| Dear Mamma there’s no one left but you to pray
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| You to pray for me
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| Now, Dear Mamma
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| The sun is rising
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| And it’s all uphill from here and
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| I’ve been running from a levee
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| That’s gushing water still
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| Mamma
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| I’m so sorry, well, for all, of my mistakes
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| If forgiveness is real, then I might live another day
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| Now, Mamma
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| I think I’m broken
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| Was I born this way?
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| I’m the worst person that I’ve ever been
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| And too guilty to explain
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| Well, I don’t like who I am
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| Who I’ve been
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| Or who I’ll be
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| And I know my reflection
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| I am a monster
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| I am the beast
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| Dear Mamma, there’s no one left but you to pray
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| You to pray for me
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| Pray for me
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| Pray for me
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| Now, Dear Mama
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| I know you still pray
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| And I know you pray for me
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| Oh, Mamma, when you talk to God pray he sets me
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| Free
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| Free |