(One, two, three, four, one, two)

Mama, she has taught me well.
Told me when I was young:
„Son, your life’s an open book
Don’t close it ‚fore it’s done”,
„The brightest flame burns quickest”
– is what I heard her say.
A son’s heart sowed to mother,
but I must find my way…

Let my heart go…
Let your son grow…
Mama, let my heart go…
Or let this heart be still.
Yeah, still

Rebel – my new last name,
Wild blood in my veins.
Apron strings around my neck
– the mark that still remains.

Left home at an early age,
Of what I heard was wrong.
I never asked forgiveness,
but what is said is done.

Let my heart go…
Let your son grow…
Mama, let my heart go…
Or let this heart be still

Never I asked of you,
but never I gave.
But you gave me your emptiness
I now take to my grave.
Never I ask of you,
but never I gave.
But you gave me your emptiness
I now take to my grave,
So let this heart be still…

Mama, now I’m coming home,
I’m not all you wished of me.
But a mother’s love for her son
spoken, help me be.
Yeah, I took your love for granted
and all the things you said to me, yeah.
I need your arms to welcome me
but a cold stone’s all I see…

Let my heart go…
Let your son grow…
Mama, let my heart go…
Or let this heart be still

Let my heart go…
Mama,Let my heart go…
You never let my heart go…
So let this heart be still
Oh, oh, oh, whoa…

Never I asked of you,
but never I gave.
But you gave me your emptiness
I now take to my grave,
So let this heart be still…

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