[Verse 1:]
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Every mom loves their son,
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Remember that the next time you're loading up the gun
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Cock it back, make it throw in and you run,
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Breaking them and turn them holy at the sun
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Then the Lord, Jesus and Mary Magdalen
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But our mom's mind is below imagining
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The subjects I'm tackling, left to cry tears when I scream, see this really happening
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Every young soul that's killed in the field
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Never perish to the hating pull to his own
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This rap tool to his home, till his own home
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To leave the marker on this first wounds talk broke
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You can never really hurt one person
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Only damage everything they ever know
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So next time you see red, think slow,
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Before you strip another woman of her soul.
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[Hook:]
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We are just children trying to cope in,
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We crawl to our feet and we try to run,
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Won't be one of the fallen.
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Our love has just begun
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In the end we're all just flash and blood, all set and done,
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We're all our mother's sons.
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[Verse 2:]
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Whether you're rich or poor,
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Live like a king or you're sleeping all alone, cold,
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Concrete floor, summer in the city,
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Nearly every man has a mother he adores.
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But when the time comes to leave the nest
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We have to learn to fly alone and fight our own wars
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For the trouble that will always be stars
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Some man's right, but some close doors
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Today is like I don't know what to say,
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Looking in the face the whole human race
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In dismay I think that we forget
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Who we evolved from the first drowns of DNA
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Creating many types of men,
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Think as a fire as the men in different shades
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Opinions, measurements, shapes,
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And though, within our mother's eyes we'll be great.
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[Hook:]
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We are just children trying to cope in,
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We crawl to our feet and we try to run,
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Won't be one of the fallen.
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Our love has just begun
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In the end we're all just flash and blood, all set and done,
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We're all our mother's sons.
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[Bridge:]
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Let me take the opportunity to say
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I tell my loved ones I love them every day
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Rule children of the planet trying to grow while the minutes slip away
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Some try hard and fly for the flip off
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Some strawl into glory like it's faith
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But whatever life decides, the car dripping dope if you were to hate.
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[Hook:]
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We are just children trying to cope in,
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We crawl to our feet and we try to run,
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Won't be one of the fallen.
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Our love has just begun
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In the end we're all just flash and blood, all set and done,
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We're all our mother's sons.
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We are just children trying to cope in,
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We crawl to our feet and we try to run,
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Won't be one of the fallen.
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Our love has just begun
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In the end we're all just flash and blood, all set and done,
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We're all our mother's sons.
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Mother's Son
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Devlin |