| Ain’t I so nice, mother you’re so wice
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| I’ll satisfie your will
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| You’ve tied me tight but I won’t fight
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| Because I don’t dare to try
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| A holy place disgrace, after having been
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| A bad bad boy
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| You like to see me cry, fact you can’t deny
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| Mother I ask you why?
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| If I hurt your honour, you push me back into my corner
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| You want to protect me from the wicked world outside
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| you keep me in your empire of glass and i’m your pride
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| I dream of breaking the glass and stepping into unknown
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| But do I have strength to pull myself over
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| The wall of fear
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| What would happen to my mother
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| Would I hurt your feeligns
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| Would you still take me back if I missed you too much
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| Spoke up my mind, mother you’re not so kind
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| I’m back in the corner
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| I’m begging thanksgiving, «you must be kidding»
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| Guessed I did dissapoint you, oh mommy, I’m so sorry
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| A holy place for disgrace, after having been
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| A bad bad boy
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| To this white sheep, raising stuck cuts too deep
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| I think I’m done
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| The cuts will bleed 'cos you don’t have
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| What they really need
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| You wanted to protect me from my dream wolrd outside
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| Kept me in your empire of glass, say bye bye to your pride |