| Boy of mine
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| As your fortune comes to carry you down the line
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| And you watch as the changes unfold
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| And you sort among the stories you’ve been told
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| If some pieces of the picture are hard to find
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| And the answers to your questions are hard to hold
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| Take good care of your mother
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| When you’re making up your mind
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| Should one thing or another take you from behind
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| Though the world may make you hard and wild
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| And determine how your life is styled
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| When you’ve come to feel that you’re the only child
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| Take good care of your brother
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| Let the disappointments pass
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| Let the laughter fill your glass
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| Let your illusions last until they shatter
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| Whatever you might hope to find
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| Among the thoughts that crowd your mind
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| There won’t be many that ever really matter
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| But take good care of your mother
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| And remember to be kind
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| When the pain of another will serve you to remind
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| That there are those who feel themselves exiled
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| On whom the fortune never smiled
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| And upon whose life the heartache has been piled
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| They’re just looking for another
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| Lonely child
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| And when you’ve found another soul
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| Who sees into your own
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| Take good care of each other |