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Mama we all go to hell. Mama we all go to hell. I'm writing this letter and wishing you well. Mama we all go to hell. Mama we're all gonna die. Mama we're all gonna die. Stop asking me questions, I'd hate to see you cry. Mama we're all gonna die. And when we go don't blame us, yeah, We let the fire just bathe us, yeah, You made us oh so famous We'll never let you go. And when you go don't return to me my love. Mama we're all full of lies. Mama we're meant for the flies. And right now th
