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Mother Tongue

Mother forgive me all that I’ve done
خطأي
I’ve traded you in for romance and fun.
English is a base-born tongue
моя вина
And it is foolish, and it is young.
My skin is born of the sand and seas
אשמתי
But I grow pailer by degrees.
I cannot wait, I cannot stay
میری غلطی
I’m not the oak you cannot sway.
Once my body, always my mind
minha culpa
But through flesh I mustn’t be consigned.
Mother, I’m following the bears.
It’s my fault.
Mea culpa
Mea culpa
Mea maxima culpa.Image

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