Mama, she has taught me well
Told me when I was young
son, your life's an open book
Dont close it 'fore its 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
Let my heart go
Let your son grow
Mama, let my heart go
Or, let this heart be still
Yeah, still
"Rebel", my new last name
Wild blood in my veins
Apron strings around my neck
The mark that still remains
I left home at an early age
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не знаю, как на бб прикрепить аудиозапись(
