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Well, my mother had religion and my mother had a man. And my mother had 4 children who all tried to understand why she couldn't sleep at night and she always felt alone and she walked around the house like she was looking for home. Well, my brother, he was perfect, ever since he was a kid. Preached the gospel to make sure no one found out what he did. And he'd walk in with a grin, steal it all from Mom and Dad. If you asked him, he would tell you these were things that he should have. But it wasn't enough to keep him happy. Wasn't enough to keep him sane. Wasn't enough to keep him playing this old game. Oh no.