i walked up and down avenue a til 4am   don't know what i'm doin' here   where to stay, or where to begin   oh mama, gotta figure out how far i'll go   and i'm addin' to the list of things    that you don't know   your daughter is dead   your daughter is dead   i think you made her up in your head   your daughter is dead   your daughter is dead   i think you made her up in your head      i'm alive in several scary ways tonight   been on fire and had trouble    hiding the blaze from your sight   oh mama, i been noticin' more and more    that my crooked fingers    are beginning to look just like yours   just like yours   your daughter is dead   your daughter is dead   i think you made her up in your head    your daughter is dead   your daughter is dead   i think you made her up in your head      let me be the best part    of me and you   let me be the brave part    of me and you      don't think i didn't see you there   poor, broken-hearted and alone   i want you to know i've always cared   and always thought of you as home   home      your daughter is dead   your daughter is dead   i think you made her up in your head      let me be the best part    of me and you   let me be the brave part    of me and you       oh mama i been noticin'    more and more   that my hands look just like yours