Melbourne
mumma don’t worry I’ve got some
dreams I caught in my sleep.
mumma remember it’s only
the son bringing hope to the forgotten.
mumma don’t worry they’re birds
I’ve taken broken up to the mountain.
mumma I’m sorry there’s hail
here and I’m not all covered.
mother don’t worry I’ve got a
dial tone and some cash in my pocket.
mother remember the night you
cried all blood till the morning.
mother, son’s are like birds
flying over the mountain
don’t worry to remember
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