She said you've got mothballs
You look into the light
In this a dark world
Where we walk through the night
She said your moth calls
Draws you into the night
Just another mother
Left to wander the night
It's like soft ball
You've to bat to win
But when the bat calls
You've got to fly into the wind
And I know oft the stalls
Are empty within
But full of moth balls
When the breads getting thin
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