Mother, Father Songtext
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Thousands of miles away...
Your love hits like a cloud.
Well, I doubt I'll last the night this way.
If I go to Heaven... I mean, if I go to Hell...
It will be on my own terms. Not yours.
You made yourself up in ink.
But your words are just a list of what you wish to be.
You're as real as the ghosts who haunt my dreams...
And every bit as disappointing to me.
Your love hits like a cloud.
Well, I doubt I'll last the night this way.
If I go to Heaven... I mean, if I go to Hell...
It will be on my own terms. Not yours.
You made yourself up in ink.
But your words are just a list of what you wish to be.
You're as real as the ghosts who haunt my dreams...
And every bit as disappointing to me.
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