| A lonely mother gazing out of her window
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| Staring at a son that she just can’t touch
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| If at any time he’s in a jam she’ll be by his side
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| But he doesn’t realize he hurts her so much
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| But all the praying just ain’t helping at all
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| 'Cause he can’t seem to keep his self out of trouble
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| So he goes out and he makes his money the best way he knows how
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| Another body laying cold in the gutter
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| Don’t go chasing waterfalls
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| Please stick to the rivers and the lakes that you’re used to I know that you’re gonna have it your way or nothing at all
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| But I think you’re moving too fast
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| Little precious has a natural obsession
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| For temptation but he just can’t see
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| She gives him loving that his body can’t handle
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| But all he can say is «Baby, it’s good to me.»
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| One day he goes and takes a glimpse in the mirror
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| But he doesn’t recognize his own face
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| His health is fading and he doesn’t know why
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| Three letters took him to his final resting place
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| I told him
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| Don’t go chasing waterfalls
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| Just stick to the rivers and the lakes that you’re used to I know that you’re gonna have it your way or nothing at all
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| But I think you’re moving too fast
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| Don’t go chasing waterfalls
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| Just stick to the rivers and the lakes that you’re used to I know that you’re gonna have it your way or nothing at all
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| But I think you’re moving too fast… |