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Mother
Written By: Benito Borjas
Music By: Benito Borjas, Chris Brown, James Crawford
Mother was so young and naive
When it came to the wide world around her
Oh Father, you were proud like a black raining cloud
just drowning the world around her
This I hope you know
It was never a love that was sacred and pure
Even though that was all that we dreamed for
So we swallowed our pride
Yet I never could hide
All the tears in my pocket
From my mother
This I hope you know
Just let her be
Oh Father, don't you see
Just let her be
So please let her be
Oh Father, don't you see
Please let her be
She finally did see all your cock-mockery
And why Daddy why didn't you surrender
So you fell off your horse not a horse, but of course,
You were just playing stupid on a high chair
This I hope you know
Just let her be
Oh Father, don't you see
Just let her be
Please let her be
Oh Father, don't you see
Please let her be
Sitting here in this lonely restrarunt
Just thinking of the day you left us
Looking out at the kids playing hide-and-seek
Just thinking of the day you left us
