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Cheating Sons
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Blood the Prize
Help me, Mother, not to bother, but I'm far from home Living with the wolves out on my own Sacrifice does petrify me when I judge the toss Thankfully I'm mired in the gloss
It's the same reflection that I see today What my life will sanction, look the other way It's the same connection that is on the wane Always had the question - am I not to blame
Dearest Julian, of true brilliance, Papi's on the plane You're growing up a good man frame by frame Continents will complement your navigating gaze Find your passion pitch from which to graze Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com
It's your great perception that will never sway Your immense obsession with the world at play How I breathe with pride, boy, any given day If I had the choice, well, don't you think I'd stay
Patronising people tend to chasten then behead And oftentimes I wonder should my dreams be put to bed My one lamentation is the blinking of an eye Years and years do pass us by, you're now a man to live and die Cry as I say my goodbyes, soldier on acclimatise Blood is love and that's the prize
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