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Red is my favorite color, Red like your mother＇s eyes after a while, Of crying about how you don＇t love her. She says, I know I don＇t deserver supervised sight of her But each day becomes a blur without my daughter. Fall is my favorite season, Like fall into reasoning why you crashed from on high She says, why is my life so uneven? And what I have done right but given you your life If after I let you on into that bar room. Into that bar room. Yes is my favorite answer I took a dancer home, She felt so alone. We stayed up all night in the kitchen Do my dishes on an October dawn, She said I know it＇s easy to have me But I have seen some things that I can not even tell to my family pictures. And I＇m full of fictions and fucking addictions And I miss my mother. She＇ll never know I could never forget her. If I could write her a letter I＇d try, with every line To say she still remembers your touch And I know it＇s not much, I know it＇s not much, I know that it＇s not much but you still haven＇t lost her. You still haven＇t lost her. Stil haven＇t lost her. You still haven＇t lost her. Not yet.