Mama, you're on my mind
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You're a stitch inside my coat
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Play on the world's grand design
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I think you know
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I think you're sure that you know that
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Butterflies don't get old
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And I don't get so young anymore
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What a crime
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The big ideas
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And lost ideals, it's a show
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I must appear in control
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Mama
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The show at all
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They're burning books outside of
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What was it that you said?
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to the walls
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Oh, Let the spirit gather up and
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Set us a flame for
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Year to year, there's no one here but us crooks
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What a crime
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Are ears to the ground and the fingers on the pulse of a pain
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Oh it's worse than change.
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Mama
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What is it that they want?
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Mama
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Mama
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Oh what do they want with us
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And all of our abuse of the truth
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Oh whats the use to protest
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Mama, is only you
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You're a dancer from the mirrors of
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Lie and with restraint
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This quiet warmth
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I've got my faith restored by the sway of the trees
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That sway in time to one last rhyme of a curse
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But what it's worth
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I count you out and still you count me in
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To answer your final bell
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Mama
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what do they care about us
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Mama
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Mama
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They knock and knock
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But no one's homes
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Mama
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Mama
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We're bored and we're not alone
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Mama
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