| Friends wanna kill me
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| But I give them all my loving anyway
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| If God won’t forgive me
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| I’m not the only one to make amends
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| Mother, it’s not in my hands
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| Try to understand it’s only 'cause I can
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| Fools believe they can erase
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| All that they’ve done wrong
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| But I don’t wanna be that son
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| Mother
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| Mother
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| Cheats try to judge me
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| But I can see the sins that stain your smile
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| Friends say I gotta see reason
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| But I’m crawling out of the ceiling
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| I’m tired of bowing to preachers all the time
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| Mother, it’s not in my hands
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| Try to understand it’s only 'cause I can
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| Fools believe they can erase
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| All that they’ve done wrong
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| But I don’t wanna be that son
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| Mother
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| Mother
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| Friends say I gotta see reason
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| I’m crawling out of the ceiling
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| I’m tired of bowing to preachers
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| Can’t find something to believe in
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| Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh
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| Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh
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| Mother, it’s not in my hands
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| Try to understand it’s only 'cause I can
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| Fools believe they can erase
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| All that they’ve done wrong
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| But I don’t wanna be that son
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| Mother
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| Mother |