by Dean Friedman
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I never told you but it's time you learned the truth about your mom.
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She was working for the Soviets when they stole the atomic bomb.
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And you were born in a bomb bay in Bombay when they turned the search lights on. So,
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Don't mourn, don't cry.
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All god's children have a right to die.
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And she did more living than the next guy.
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I know some things are hard to hear but I'll say them anyway.
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Your real father was a bombardier for the good old USA.
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And your momma was passing secrets to the underground when they stole your pa away. So,
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Don't mourn, don't cry.
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All god's children have a right to die.
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And she did more living than the next guy.
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It all sounds crazy, but I swear it's true; just ask your aunt Louise.
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You know your momma was a lot like you and she lived her life for peace.
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So, don't be sorry for what you didn't do, just thank god for her release.
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Don't mourn, don't cry.
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All god's children have a right to die.
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And she did more living than the next guy.
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Don't Mourn, Don't Cry
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| Dean Friedman |
