When the hills cry to the whispering moon
And your feet are drying of your doom
You can hear mama calling, calling come home
But what's a home when it isn't your own
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When the hills cry to the whispering moon
And your feet are drying of your doom
You can hear mama calling, calling come home
But what's a home when it isn't your own