Marianne Faithfull, Beck - Like Being Born

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My father promised me roses
My mother promised me storms
My father taught me to use my mind
My mother taught me scorn
He touches me gently with his hand
It feels like being born
It feels like being born
It feels like being born
It feels like being born
My father promised me green trees
My mother promised me stars
I hardly see the love I have
It all goes by so fast
He kisses me gently, with his lips
It’s near, what once was far
It’s near, what once was far
It’s near, what once was far
My father promised me roses
My mother promised me thorns
My father taught me to use my mind
My mother taught me scorn
He touches me lightly with his hand
It feels like being born
It feels like being born
It feels like being born