LYRICS, MOM, FORGIVE THE BULLY S SON BURNING DAYS, MY SOUL IS TORN I WANT TO I WANT TO THERE IS SO MUCH SMOKE AROUND. MOM, I M AT THE BOTTOM WHERE ALL DREAMS ARE MELTING MADLY IN POVERTY AGAIN, SWEET, WHITE SMOG BURNS EVERYTHING INSIDE A FLOCK OF BIRDS FLIES UP, ALAS, WE ARE NOT ON THE WAY.
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