I stole from my motherto hock her TVshe locked herself in the bathroomshe locked herself away from meI m not her sonwhen it hits my bloodI ve never felt this good beforeI ve never been at peace insidemy mother s a pill fiendmy girlfriend cut the ropeburned the sailstep on it yourselfmandrive down to fla. and bailwhen it hits my bloodI m not her sonI m the son of a flower that grows on afghani bluffI ve never felt this good beforeI ve never been at peace inside

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