| Look at the place of mine behind the curb
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| Through the layers found in earthen drift, indeed that is you
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| And with you, mother screams 'I am mother'
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| Woman screams 'I am fertile' and the father can’t yell
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| Rain direction down with stony mind
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| Created fill the empty river
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| And you keep remembering mother screaming 'I am mother'
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| Woman screaming 'I am fertile' and the father
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| He hasn’t been born yet, he hasn’t been born yet
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| All has been forgotten and the plastic turns to rotten
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| Rays and smells
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| While pointing to the deathly beautiful
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| Mother there in pain creating
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| Woman who just lies there waiting and the father
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| He hasn’t been born yet, he hasn’t been born yet
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| You may drift there if you want to, luggage fits inside your pocket like a bill
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| And keep remembering, mother screaming lost her way
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| Woman screaming she won’t stay and your father, hasn’t been born yet
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| All has been forgotten and the plastic turns to rotten
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| Rays and smells
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| While pointing to the deathly beautiful
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| Mother who in pain creating
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| Woman who just lies there waiting and the father
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| He hasn’t been born yet, he hasn’t been born yet
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| He hasn’t been born yet, he hasn’t been born yet
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| He hasn’t been born yet
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| All has been forgotten and the plastic turns to rotten
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| Rays and smells
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| While pointing to the deathly beautiful
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| Mother who in pain creating
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| Woman who just lies there waiting and the father
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| He hasn’t been born, he hasn’t been born
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| He hasn’t been born, he hasn’t been born yet
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| Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah…
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| All has been forgotten and the plastic turns to rotten
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| Rays and smells
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| While pointing to the deathly beautiful
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| Mother who in pain creating
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| Woman who just lies there waiting and the father
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| He hasn’t been born yet |