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He's leaving home
The son I should have treated right
My own flesh and blood
Tattooed and broken, slipping into the night
I could have been a better mother
Given him an easier life
But it's too late and all I am
Is a lonely, bitter little wife
He's leaving home (He hates his life at home)
He hates his life at home (He's leaving home)
A long, long time ago
I believed I could live on love alone
And bruises couldn't hurt me
And slowly, my heart became a stone
I should have left when it all started
Should have taken my little boy too
I knew it all along
But where could I have gone?
And now there's nothing I can do
He's leaving home
He faces leaving home
He's leaving home
A half-blood, looking sick and thin
I used to say I hated him
That he ruined all that could have been
I think I did believe that
Though it was rotten from the start
Now I have got what I said I wanted
And I'll slowly be torn apart
He's leaving home
He's leaving Spinner's End behind
He's leaving home
He's leaving Spinner's End behind