Oh mummy you are drunk again
Yes child and the tracks still weave
Oh mummy why do you do this
Because my tracks drive true
Oh mummy do you know how you break me
No child I don’t
Oh mummy do you care
No
Oh mummy you won’t be my mummy any more
And that is how it should be for a while
Oh mummy I hate you
And so it is in the tumble
Oh Mummy what do you mean
Just take your time hating me
Oh Mummy.......
My point......
Mummy?
I will see the sun tomorrow
Brightened by old eyes
Mummy I hate you
I hate you to
sleep well

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