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Beautiful mama, I think we're closing to the end |
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Beautiful mama, I hope you wanna reach the end |
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Of a thousand breaks and thrills |
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Bounded thoughts and wills |
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So just close your eyes, bare your dreams |
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Tell of the wishes that you have been hiding |
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Through the years |
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Through the weird years of gentle chill |
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Whatever I wanted, I had to learn how to pretend |
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And whatever I needed you never became any friend |
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But in this hour lame and chill |
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Confess my guilt I will |
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'cause I sold my soul, I walked upon water |
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I've put shame on your innocent daughter |
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On through the years |
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Through the weird years of gentle chill |
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In this hour lame and chill |
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I fear you have the skill |
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But it was not for me |
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It was not for you |
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To harm no other of my innocent brothers |
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On through the years |
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On through the weird years of gentle chill |
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'cause you're alone in a big crowd |
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You are smooth, slick and proud |
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You are cruel mama, a curse from above |
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A soft gangster, a trickster of love |
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You've been a smooth murderer with a view to a thrill |
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On through the weird years of gentle chill |
