| The blood of family doesn’t help
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| I put myself back on the shelf
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| If Mother knows best, then Mother knows why
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| The Earth spun flat and the Sun burns dry
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| The blood of family doesn’t help
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| I put myself back on the shelf
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| If Mother knows best, then Mother knows why
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| You have found the monsters that make us wonder
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| Who has human skin?
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| The mistakes born
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| Make you so very happy
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| In a dog pile of great men
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| I tried my best
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| To make it home
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| And your services
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| I’ll cut them off
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| Pull me out of the stairs
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| Oh, the truth
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| I have found the people that live inside
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| Those dust balloons on Mars
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| Never mind the boring fortunate fathers
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| Processed in the morgues
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| Based in different houses that a ran a road
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| Between yours and mine
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| Feigning smiles in the vast echo of space
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| And biding all our time |