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Mother...mother...

Mother, tell me where I came from

Don't you know I can't understand a thing

But mother you tales are like the raindrops

Where is Santa when I wait for him

Maybe your tales your lies

I was wrong to wait the X-Mass in June

Under the things that hide

Things that are up to you - wishing they were true

But mother, things are going well now

Everything seems like painted black and white

Oh, father, father, put me in the ground

The sacred hum was pain

The sacred hum was pain

But that's the same old lie

I was wrong

Under the things that hide

Things that are up to you

Wishing they were true

When I look up to the sky - wondering why

No one's callin' your name - eating my pain

Now that I'm all alone feeling so cold

When I look up to the sky - I'm wondering