Don’t tell your mama where you’re going
Mama knows no late night radio
We’ll pack all our bags and ride through
will be long before we come back home
said someone wish through my wings
close my eyes, and dream away
best may not the one enough,
lived it through though not perfect
itching inside, let everyone be,
only you knew how free you are
Brought me in to your big world
you taught me to know more
mother won’t you know? we have grown
let me know, let me go
all the words of mine, want to be free
mother won’t you know, will have to go?
won’t you let me cry, my own way?
heal these, will be long before we come home
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