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Mother Tongue (demo)

The city stays high, all night

Lit up and shivering

Like a pinball table of fireflies

An echo of home, on the edge of life

Shot through the veins of an angel

I'm a devil in exileBut if you have forgotten

Your precious mother tongue

What do you think your mother

Would say of what you've done?

And if you can't remember the place

You call a home, or having trouble placing

Who's calling on the phoneWho's calling on the phoneDip the nose of the car to the sugar lines

Out to the desert

Under cinnamon hills and moonshine

He said 'what can I do to make you mine?'

Kiss out the twang from my lips

On the way to big-timeBut if you have forgotten

Your precious mother tongue

What do you think your mother

Would say of what you've done?

And if you can't remember the place

You call a home, or having trouble placing

Who's calling on the phoneWho's calling on the phoneForgot your mother tongue

Forgot your mother tongue

Forgot your mother tongue

Forgot your mother tongueBut if you have forgotten

Your precious mother tongue

What do you think your mother

Would say of what you've done?

And if you can't remember the place

You call a home, or having trouble placing

Who's calling on the phoneBut if you have forgotten

Your precious mother tongue

What do you think your mother

Would say of what you've done?

And if you can't remember the place

You call a home, or having trouble placing

Who's calling on the phone

Songwriters

CHARLES CAVE, JACK BROWN, HARRY MCVEIGHPublished by

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