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Watching my life, passing right in front of my eyes
Hell of a story, oh is it boring?
Cant claim to care, never been reluctant to share
Passing out pieces of me, dont you know nothing comes free?
What mom dont know has taken its toll on me
Its all Ive seen that cant be wiped clean
Its hard to believe what its made of me
Passing my life, living it out in her sight
Listening closely, hearing her mostly
Cant shake concern, seems that every time that I turn
Im passing out pieces of me, dont you know nothing comes free?
What mom dont know has taken its toll on me
Its all Ive seen that cant be wiped clean
Its hard to believe what its made of me
Yeah