| Some time as a much older man
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| I will sit down and put on this song
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| It just might make me cry
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| Or at the very least a tear in my eye
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| I can’t take all these years of my life
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| To be whittled down into a thought
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| That only appeals to the ear
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| I need memories perfectly clear
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| Mama, mama
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| Mama, mama
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| I just want to be making my mind
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| Keep from changing my mind not to change
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| Cause I’m greedy as the sea
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| And that’s how it always will be
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| Oh, I’ll be somebody now, and I’ll be somebody then
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| And I’ll be all of you all in between
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| And then I’ll be ready to leave
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| When the whole world is taken with me
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| Mama, mama
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| Mama, mama
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| Mama, mama
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| Mama, mama
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| Cause there’s so many days in a year
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| And there’s so many years in my head
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| So I think about when I’ll be dead
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| And how those very last moments get spent
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| And if I think about you is that something you think you’d accept?
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| Some time as a much older man
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| I will sit down and put on this song
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| It just might make me cry
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| Or at the very least a tear in my eye |