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I stole from my mother
to hock her TV
she locked herself in the bathroom
she locked herself away from me
Im not her son
when it hits my blood
Ive never felt this good before,
Ive never been at peace inside
my mothers a pill fiend
my girlfriend cut the rope, burned the sail
step on it yourself, man
drive down to fla. and bail
when it hits my blood
Im not her son
Im the son of a flower that grows on afghani bluff
Ive never felt this good before,
Ive never been at peace inside