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Paroles : Mother

Mother, here we go, oh, yeah

Smothering, the wind goes down
She's getting off now, getting off
But something in her mind makes her begin to cry
The white dress she'll never have
Another night, another man, another dollar in her hand
She'll take this bitter taste for a better chance
How could you name him?
How could you (?) someone else

She said his name in hopes to disguise
She's screaming "Father!"
But we know you're not coming tonight
This is why she tries
To feel the void you lived, this is why you're bitter
Begging for the day that she dies
Begging for the day that she dies
Begging for the day that she dies
Begging for the day

Forward to the hospital bed, a life from a (?)
She's beaten, she's tired, cut the limb from a broken wire
She gets so alone, but she rebuilt his home
Being bricks or being stones, this is like he won't know
She gets so alone, but she rebuilt his home
Being bricks or being stones, this is like he won't know
He won't know, being bricks or being stones
She said his name in hopes to disguise
She's screaming "Father!"
But we know you're not coming tonight
This is why she tries
To feel the void you lived, this is why you're bitter
Begging for the day that she dies

And I look for the hope to disguise
Begging for the day that she dies
Begging for the day that she dies
(?)
But we know you're not coming tonight
This is why she tries
To feel the void you lived, this is why you're bitter
Begging for the day that she dies