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Mama's Not Coming Home
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Seven years old, as happy as any other
Child with a brother, sister, mother and a father
In a loving household, that had the bare essentials
We were without the luxuries we knew others were into
But one night I couldn't stay asleep
I thought I heard noises, voices in my sleep
I wouldn't wake my big brother, he looked too peaceful
My sister was the smallest, she couldn't help at all
Mama's not coming home
She said she cannot take no more
Mama's not coming home again
So I decided to investigate
With my toy magnifying glass, Sherlock's on the case
My house was in darkness, the voices were getting louder
I open up the door, I hear it was my mother
Screaming at my father, "How could you lose your job?
Spend your pay packet at a bar and a club?
I'm leaving you and your kids for real this time
You won't hurt me anymore", is my last line
Life began to change and hit a new low
We sold the magnifying glass, in fact we sold the toys
My sister would cry herself to sleep every night
My brother would stay up late and get into some fights
Mama's not coming home
She said she cannot take no more
Mama's not coming home again
She's taken too much pain
Got three kids on her brain
Mama's not coming home again
I wish that my mother would come home (My, my)
I wish that my mother would come home (My, my)
I wish that my mother would come home (My, my)
I wish that my mother would come home
I wish my mother would come home
A wish being something in the wind that will always roam
You see, daddy tries his best, it's not his fault
I wonder if it's me rubbing his wounds with salt
After all, I saw them arguing, I wish I wasn't there
She might not have left us all alone here
As a child, I blame myself
But as I get older, I begin to understand myself
And cherish the moments we spend together
Realising I was one of the lucky kids that had a mother
I still think about her when I'm all alone
And know to myself she's not coming home
She's not coming home
She's not coming home
Mama's not coming home
She said she cannot take no more
Mama's not coming home again
She's taken too much pain
Got three kids on her brain
Mama's not coming home again
Mama's not coming home again
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It's mid-afternoon and she is still in bed
To the world she's dead, killed by demons in her head
On her dresser, bless her, is a picture so pure
For nine months she carried her love, now they are gone
And in her dreams, realities and fantasies collide
Sometimes she awakes, there they are by her side
Then she cries again as the pain touches her vein
And asks herself, "Am I going insane?"
In the corner of her room, her cradle rocks back and forth
As she crawls across the floor on all fours
Screaming to herself, "Please, God, save me
Give me back my baby, give me back my baby
Give me back my baby"
Mama's not coming home
She said she cannot take no more
Mama's not coming home again
She's taken too much pain
Got three kids on her brain
Mama's not coming home again
Mama's not coming home again (Yeah)
Mama's not coming home again
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Mama's not coming home
She said she cannot take no more
Mama's not coming home again
Mama's not coming home
She said she cannot take no more
Mama's not coming home again
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