Mama gripped onto the milkman's hand
And then she finally gave birth
Years go by and still I don't know
Who shall inherit this Earth,
And no one will know my name until it's on a stone
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Waking up with an ugly face
Winston Churchill in drag
Looking for a new maternal embrace
Another tired old gag
I just through walking by the chewed up dust and bones
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Father Theresa you can't make me into you
I never want to be like you
Why can't you see, it's me
You know it's time to let me go
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Every time you crave for me, I'm here
And anything you hunger for, I'll share
And I will be quietly standing by
While slowly I am dying inside
Hold me in your arms
And let me be the one who can feel like I am a child in love
Every time I talk to you, you're down
Every time you need a laugh, I'm around
When you forget I'm here, I'm not
It isn't really me that you forgot
Hold me in your arms
And let me be the one who can feel like I am a child in love
Whisper now, and tell me how
You'll watch me and tell me somehow, I'm gonna be all right