| You keep stopping when you could be walking
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| Looking at the pictures on the wall
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| You keep quiet when you should be talking
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| You just don’t make any sense at all
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| Remember when you were much younger
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| And you were lying in your bed
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| Among the satin sheets and pillows
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| Your mother there to ease your head
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| Mama, Mama, I keep having nightmares
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| Mama, Mama, Mama, am I ill?
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| Mama, Mama, Mama, hold me tightly
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| Mama, Mama, do you love me still?
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| But now it’s different, you are older
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| There’s no one here to hold you hand
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| Your Mama’s gone beyond the veil, Joan
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| There’s no one left who understands
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| Mama, Mama, I keep having nightmares
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| Mama, Mama, Mama, am I ill?
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| Mama, Mama, Mama, hold me, hold me tighter
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| Mama, Mama, do you love me still?
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| Do you love me?
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| Do you love me?
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| So you’re left standing in the corner
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| You keep your face turned to the wall
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| A fading dream, a fading memory
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| A shooting star that had to fall
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| Mama, Mama, I keep having nightmares
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| Mama, Mama, Mama, am I ill?
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| Mama, Mama, Mama, hold me, hold me tighter
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| Mama, Mama, do you love me still? |
| (Do you love me?)
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| Mama, Mama, do you love me still? |
| (Do you love me?)
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| Mama, Mama, do you love me still? |
| (Do you love me?)
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| Mama? |