| Perhaps it’s the color of the sun cut flat
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| And hovering, the crossroads I’m standing at
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| Or maybe it’s the weather or something like that
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| But mama, you been on my mind
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| I don’t mean trouble, please, don’t put me down or get upset
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| I am not pleading nor saying I can’t forget you
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| I do not pace the floor bowed down and bent, but yet
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| Mama, you been on my mind
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| Even though my eyes are hazy and my thoughts, they might be narrow
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| Where you been don’t bother me nor bring me down in sorrow
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| I don’t even mind who you’ll be waking with tomorrow
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| But mama, you been on my mind
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| I’m not asking you to say words like yes or no
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| Please understand me, I have no place I’m calling you to go
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| Just whispering to myself so I can pretend that I don’t know
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| Mama, you been on my mind
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| When you wake up in the morning, baby, look inside your mirror
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| You know I won’t be next to you, you know I won’t be near
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| I’m just curious to know if you can see yourself as clear
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| As someone’s got you on his mind |