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Pouring the tea with a limb |
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Broken clean in the struggle |
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Too fair an age |
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For this war that we wage |
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In the rubble |
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A tender old tyrant |
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To fend off the dawn as we sleep late |
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And end up here punchline |
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That falls to the floor |
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Like a dead weight |
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Tides will turn |
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And in time I'll learn to love |
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What only a mother could |
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Only a mother could |
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Black broken no joke |
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Go twos on the last smoking show me |
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A night laced with lies |
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That could cradle the cries |
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Of the lonely |
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Tides will turn |
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And in time I'll learn to love |
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What only a mother could |
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Only a mother could |
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Like a hound dog that's tailing its prey |
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Like a night that dissolves into day |
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I will conquer every heartbeat on the way |
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The tip of your tongue seemed to promise |
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Some fresh pearl of wisdom |
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Try as I might boy |
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You keep them hidden depths |
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Well hidden |
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Tides will turn |
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And in time I'll learn to love |
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What only a mother could |
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Only a mother could |
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What only a mother could |
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Only a mother |
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Only a mother |
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Only a mother |
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Only a mother |
