| Mother, I wrote a song beneath the hazed stars
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| Sipping on some scotch and playing my guitar with a broken heart
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| Mother, I met a girl, and she is so pretty
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| And I know that you taught me chivalry
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| But things aren’t what they used to be
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| Oh mother, romance is lost at sea
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| She will wither away with her beautiful petals in the wind
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| Like a butterfly, she will fly away
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| Far away into the sea
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| Mother, I wrote a song beside the ocean waves
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| Sitting in the sand with a cigarette in hand and a brokn heart
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| Mother, I met a girl, and sh is a princess wearing green
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| Like the colors of an early spring
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| But the years aren’t what they used to seem
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| Oh mother, romance is lost at sea
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| She will wither away with her beautiful petals in the wind
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| Like a butterfly, she will fly away
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| Far away into the sea
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| Mother, I saw a boat in the distance
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| And I’m not the jealous type, but this time it was different
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| It would rock me to sleep with its sweetness and carry me
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| Carry me away from my weakness |