Early in the winter it’s still raining, though it’s cold.
Sunlight breaks the morning- oh don’t touch me, eyes of gold.
‘morrow I’ll be sleeping where the rainbows won’t appear.
Somehow it makes me feel better just to realize my time is near.
Mother, can you hear me? I’m waiting for your call.
Hurry to your baby. I can’t make it alone to where you are.
Someone’s wishing for me, hear their whispers on the wind.
But what can I tell them? My hands are empty, filled with sin.
Satan, please forgive me. You’re the last one I’ll betray.
Preacher, is it sinning? To hurt the devil, is that okay?
Mother, can you hear me? I’m waiting for your call.
Hurry to your baby.
I can’t make it alone through the night.
I can’t make it alone through the night.
I can’t make it alone to the light.
I can’t see the light.
No I can’t reach the stars from my own two feet
I can’t climb my way to the mountain peak
I can’t lift my corpse from off of the street
I can’t hear a thing, mama lemme hear you speak.
Reach out your hand and pull me up, mama
Pull me up
Mama pull me up, mama pull me up
Mama pull me up, mama pull me up
Mama pull me up, please pull me up
Please pull me up, please pull me up
Please pull me up, pull me,
Pull me, pull me, pull me up…
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