I was born with my hand in a fist
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And my eyes shut tight
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Any wonder that I cannot resist
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Punchin' blindly in a fight
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The first time I saw swans flyin' to the sun
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I wanted to be one
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Like every mother's son
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When I saw my life had begun
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I wanted to be someone
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Like my brother and my one and only father
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And like every mother's son
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I was raised within a cause
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With a purpose to fulfill
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I was taught to defend what was mine
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And instructed not to kill
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My small mortal eyes can see eternity
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In the clouds that dissolve and then regroup endlessly
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Like every mother's son
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When a man showed me how to use a gun
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I wished I'd never need one
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Like my brother and my one and only father
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And like every mother's son
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Everything in domesticity
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Assumes it's role better than me
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I'm a displaced person whose culture let me down
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I raise my own daughters in a pornographic town
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Like every mother's son
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I've lost some and some I've won
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Now I'm waiting for a new dawn
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Like my brother and my one and only father
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And like every mother's son
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Every Mothers' Son
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| Pretenders |
