| I tell myself the mountain shines
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| The clocks they turn back the dead
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| You’re outside, I’m inside all alone
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| The faces obscured by though in doubt
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| Mother, don’t cry, don’t cry
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| Mother, don’t cry, don’t cry
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| Smoke rings, sits on the porch
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| They won’t let me out
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| Mother, don’t cry, don’t cry
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| Woke in the night, sleeps in the daytime
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| The months go by seven at nine
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| You’re outside, I’m inside all alone
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| The faces obscured by though in doubt
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| Mother, don’t cry, don’t cry
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| Mother, don’t cry, don’t cry
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| Smoke rings, sits on the porch
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| They won’t let me out
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| Mother, don’t cry, don’t cry
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| Untie you tongue when I’m caught
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| While the party still goes on
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| You’ll be there and I’ll be gone
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| Don’t you wait for me too long
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| Don’t you wait for me too long
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| Mother, don’t cry, don’t cry
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| Mother, don’t cry, don’t cry
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| Smoke rings, sits on the porch
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| They won’t let me out
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| Mother, don’t cry, don’t cry |