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Ohh ohh ohh ohh

Yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah

Mama please stop cryin'

I can't stand the sound

Your pain is painful

And it's tearin' me down

I hear glasses breakin'

As I sit up in my bed

I told Dad you didn't mean

Those nasty things you said

You fight about money

Bout me and my brother

And this I come home to

This is my shelter

It ain't easy, growin' up in World War III