The noise in this joint is unearthly
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And soon I awkwardly say
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look there it is my whole life in an ashtray
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I can go back to her that way
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Because in blue darkness of the night
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She keeps imagining one thing
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Someone stuck his Finnish knife
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Under my heart
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I know even though she doesn't show it
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She grieves sorely for her son
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And often walks out to the road
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In her old fashioned coat
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And in blue darkness of the night
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She keeps imagining one thing
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How someone stuck his Finnish knife
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Under my heart
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In blue darkness of the night
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She keeps imagining one thing
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Someone stuck his Finnish knife
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Under my heart
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I know she definitely grieves sorely for me
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I know shes dirty and angry for me
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Welcome back she forgive me so
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Motherly, motherly, motherly
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Letter To Mother
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| Gogol Bordello |
