| I remember the day you appeared on this earth
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| With eyes like the ocean, got blood on my shirt
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| From my camera angle it looked like it hurt
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| But your mama had a big old smile
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| We drove you home, saw your yellowing skin
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| Packed a few things and drove you back again
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| Stayed up all night worrying, wondering
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| What was gonna make it better
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| Broken bones heal when you set them right
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| Get your fine tooth comb from the barbicide
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| Our love’s a protective poison
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| Well you are your mother’s child
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| And she’ll keep you for a while
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| But someday you’ll be grown and then you’ll be on your own
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| Halloween costume, looking real cute
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| With your pillowcase full, in your astronaut suit
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| But your cousin the cowboy is eyeing your loot
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| Better watch your Snickers bar
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| Out on the diamond, now you’re up to bat
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| Chewing your big league, adjusting your hat
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| Taking a swing and hearing it crack
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| Look at that apple fly
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| Tears will dry if you give them time
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| Life’s a roller coaster, keep your arms inside
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| Fear that’s a big emotion
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| Well you are your mother’s child
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| And she’ll keep you for a while
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| But one day you’ll be grown and then you’ll be on your own
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| Posing for pictures, cap and a gown
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| Summer is coming, you’re driving around town
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| Everyone’s asking what you’re gonna do now
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| I know you’re gonna make a splash
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| And find you a sweetheart to treat you so kind
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| Invite her to dinner and kiss her goodnight
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| What I couldn’t teach you, you will realize
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| She’s the only thing that matters
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| Although he’s a bastard, make your papa proud
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| Your a fine young man and I got no doubt
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| That you’re gonna do this better
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| Cause you are your mother’s child
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| She had you for a while
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| But now that you’re grown, may you never be on your own
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| Well now that you’re grown, may you never be on your own |