| It’s raining in the mountains
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| It’s heading this way
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| It’s supposed to rain tomorrow
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| Or the next day
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| I’m sure I’ll get along baby
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| But a whole lot has changed
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| Yours is the first voice I’ve heard in days
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| Oh but mama if you don’t mind
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| Can we talk about something else
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| Mama please don’t come over
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| Saying nothing you can’t help
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| You’ll be the first to know when I start to come around
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| I’m not drowning I’m just seeing how long I can stay down
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| And mama she’s gone
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| And just a picture in a drawer
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| The kind of hurt that takes a rainy day and hurts that much more
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| Mama she’s gone
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| Well you know there’s nothing tying me to this town now that she’s gone
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| Don’t know why I ever come back
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| Guess I just tagged along
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| Can’t believe that once I called this place my home
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| Cause I’m walking the streets and all I see is ghosts
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| Mama she’s gone
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| And just a pictyre in a drawer
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| The kind of hurt that takes a rainy day and hurts that much more
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| Mama she’s gone
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| Lonely, lonely and wondering how I am
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| And I know the love I see is over long before it began
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| And now the rain’s getting closer
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| Midnight’s coming on
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| The wind seems to whisper
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| You fool you know she’s gone
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| I still leave the gate unlatched just in case she staggers home
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| Mama said she was no good
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| And now she’s gone |