the way the street looked
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dim and polluted
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so have i felt when i walked upon
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the way the air seemed
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grey fog diluted
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so do i feel when i'm breathed upon
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ominous head spoke
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you ain't so good
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poorly the sow joked
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trashed and words muttered
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i want to be mothered
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i want you to give
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attention to my belly button
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mother
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i want to have
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boddy pins stuck in my ears
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and drown away the endless days
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ridding soon the troubled ways
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embedded down with a warm frown
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in a wrong and impure dream
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anchored down with a mermaid
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in sound halcyon sea
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lure me in her salt
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liquid canyon far beneath
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my mother savior
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with her goddess touch
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brushes hands through my hair
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Mother
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| Red House Painters |
