Lyrics:
Unmothered mother Your days are spent Pouring from an empty cup You've got to give what you never got Had you known when you were young Would you
visible veins on the back of your hands Something very serious, The sort of thing that escapes from say a tophat or hotel unmothered Serious as the missing
delight I endear myself to this mutual growth leaving feelings of restraint unmothered I plunge into meta-sensitivity Pistols at dawn for my pseudo
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