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Mama

I could blame this weather 
For the splinters of glass 
Falling in my mind

Most likely it's mama 
Mama why did you kill my soul
You beat me with your words and told me all your lies
Mama the people in my head telling me 
That you can't be trusted

So with the maggots eating you out 
I'll scream Hallelujah
So with the shit that you've done 
You're going straight to hell
Throw holy water at me
But hell is for you mama

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<Deleted User> (13762)

Tue 17th Apr 2018 08:46

I love a good dance at a graveside and there's nowhere to hide between these very direct lines.

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