| In my mama’s house, the men were many
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| They stood in a line outside the door
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| When I was a kid, they gave me candy
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| And seashells from the ocean
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| They’d stolen from the shore
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| They came like princes to the wedding
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| They left like sailors on the hill
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| When I was younger, I was ready
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| To receive them in the luxury
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| Of my driftwood heart and still
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| I never wanted for affection
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| I never needed any more
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| All my fathers my reflection
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| Like the moon reflects the shore
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| Love came in a wave — it struck like an ocean
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| Like a tide it pulled me out to sea
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| My mama’s house is gone
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| But her devotion lingers on
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| In the back pages of my memory
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| Now I live my life in splendor
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| Like some duchess or a queen
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| But every morning, I remember
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| When the sea breeze strikes and gathers
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| What that woman meant to me
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| And I never wanted for affection
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| I never needed any more
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| All my fathers my reflection
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| Like the moon reflects the shore
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| Love came in a wave — it struck like an ocean
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| Like a tide it pulled me out to sea
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| My mama’s house is gone
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| But her devotion lingers on
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| In the back pages of my memory |