| My friends, my dear friends
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| And lovers, oh my lovers
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| I’d leave you for them
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| They got a hand on my back
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| Mama has money now and Mama has friends
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| She’s making rags for some uptown hags
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| With their money in bags
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| And why are you so sad?
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| Why are you always so sad?
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| Why do I not understand?
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| Why don’t I see what it is you see?
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| Why can I live and just be?
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| I’m full of guilt
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| I am full of guilt
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| You’re very tall, you’re very handsome
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| You have it all, your skin smells like man
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| And I, you never know how I ache
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| You will never know how I ache
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| Don’t touch that in grace
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| Ever considered the sea?
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| I heard you had to be strong
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| Why not float around with me?
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| It won’t take you so long
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| You can go where I’m at You can hang around with me And a few good men will go where they all
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| Where they all not be And a few good mothers go for what they,
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| What they all not teach
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| And I long for a touch or reminder of us but,
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| But it must not be And a few strong branches over water reach for what they all not reach
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| I hope your mother knows where it is you have been
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| I hope your mother knows what it is you have seen
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| She’d be so proud
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| She will never know how I ache |