I was born from love and my poor mother worked the mines.
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I was raised on the good book Jesus till I read between the lines.
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Now I don't believe I want to see the morning.
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Going down the Stoney End, I never wanted to go down the Stoney End.
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Mama, let me start all over. Cradle me, mama, cradle me again.
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I can still remember him with love light in his eyes,
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but the light flickered out and parted as the sun began to rise,
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now I don't believe I want to see the morning.
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Going down the Stoney End, I never wanted to go down the Stoney End.
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Mama, let me start all over. Cradle me, mama, cradle me again.
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Never mind the forecast cause the sky has lost control,
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cause the fury and broken thunder's come to match my raging soul,
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now I don't believe I want to see the morning.
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Going down the Stoney End, I never wanted to go down the Stoney End.
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Mama, let me start all over. Cradle me, mama, cradle me AGAIN.
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Going down the Stoney End, I never wanted to go down the Stoney End.
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Mama, let me start all over. Cradle me, mama, cradle me again…
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Stoney End
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| Laura Nyro |
