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Mama graped onto the milkman's hand
And then she finally gave birth
Years go by still I don't know
Who shall inherit this earth
And no one will know my name until it's on a stone
Waking up with an ugly face
Winston Churchill in drag
Looking for a new maternal embrace
Another tired old gag
Am I just a walking bag of chewed up dust and bones
Father Theresa you can't make me into you
I never wanna be like you
Why can't you see it's me
You know it's time to let me go
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