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Living or dying, ain't the question for meBut how to survive these moral beliefsOf sex and religion and the things that we killWithout facing a judge but our own bloody willLife isn't easy, but I'm learning hardComing from the blind sideMama, it's all in handGrowing up under normal conditionsWonder if I'd get a clueAbout first things first and the last thing tooBeing stuck in the middle cause we all need food for thoughtsAnd reasons for being sincereOn the blind sideMama, it's all in handWaiting for you and I hope you're coming down on meI'm looking up from my handsI see all these tears that you've criedWant to show you how to be almighty fineI'm looking down to the waters, tell the sun where I want the shineRemember to go where the others stand stillOn the blind sideMama, it's all in hand Aus Songtexte Mania