| Aimless ain’t got no where to go
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| All my thoughts have gone…
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| Ready?
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| Mother Mary had a son
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| Whose days were spent on having fun
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| And Monday he got a letter: «you could make yourself feel better»
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| Mother Mary had a man who healed with healing hands
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| Millions of boys lay dead
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| Mother Mary had a baby but he had his he’d never tasted
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| He hunted all the others then he hunted all his brothers
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| Mother Mary had a man who healed with healing hands
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| Millions of boys stay dead
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| Go-Go-Golden Boys
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| You’ve got your war toys
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| Looking straight on
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| And with your eyes of blue
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| I will remember you
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| One for me, one for you
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| Mother Mary baby, rock and roll
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| Rock and roll, you know I only want you for your rock and roll Mother Mary
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| Mother Mary had a man who healed with pleasing hands
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| Millions of boys stay dead
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| Go-Go-Golden Boys
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| You’ve got your war toys
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| Looking straight on
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| And with your eyes of blue
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| We’ll do the old one two
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| One for me, one for you
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| 1, 2, 3, GO!
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| Brother mother baby you’re flipped out
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| You’re over influenced
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| One day you will feel it
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| You’ll make yourself feel better
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| Mother Mary had a man who healed with healing hands
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| Millions of boys stay dead
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| Millions of boys stay dead
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| Millions of boys stay dead |