| When I’m feeling down and find myself in trouble
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| Sick and tired of all the daily cares
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| When I’m close to tears with bringing up the children
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| I recall the days when I was young
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| And then I say this little prayer
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| Looking at your picture standing there
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| Mother, this is me, I have to say I’m sorry
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| For all the moments that I broke your heart
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| Mother, now I see what you’ve been going through
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| And that I am so much, so much like you
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| Different points of view and other moral senses
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| Bandied words, you solved it all so well
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| Now I follow you, it’s not a bed of roses
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| Many times I felt I was in hell
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| But then I said this little prayer
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| Looking at your picture standing there
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| Mother, this is me, I have to say I’m sorry
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| For all the moments that I broke your heart
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| Mother, now I see what you’ve been going through
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| And that I am so much, so much like you
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| I wished that you were here again to talk about it all
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| 'Cause now I need your wisdom most of all
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| Mother, this is me, I have to say I’m sorry
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| For all the moments that I broke your heart
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| Mother, now I see what you’ve been going through
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| And that I am so much, so much like you
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| Oh, mother don’t you know I miss you so? |