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C#mMama, she has taught me well BTold me when I was G#myoung Son, your life's an open book Don't close it before it's done The brightest flame burns quickest, That's what I heard her say, A son's heart's owed to mother But I must find my way
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C#mLet B my G#m heart F# go Let your son grow Mama let my heart go OrC#m letB thisA heartF# be G# still
Rebel mind your last name Wild blood in my veins They bring string around my neck They mark that still remains Left home at and early age Of what I heard was wrong I never asked forgiveness But what it said is done ®:
®1: C#mNever I askedF# you ButB never I Egave But you gave me your emptiness That I'll take to my grave Never I ask of you But never I gave But you gave me your emptiness I now take to my grave SoC#m letB thisA heartF# be G# still
Mama now I'm coming home I'm not all you wished of me But a mother's love for her son Spoken help me be… I took your love for granted And all the things you said to me I need your arms to welcome me But a cold stone's all I see ®:
®: na konci řádky místo F# je C#m ®1: