| Oh, they will never get to me
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| You taught me to be free
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| You raised me like a queen
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| Oh, you shared the world with me
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| The truth was mine to see
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| Your stories let me be
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| The ocean and the trees
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| Mama, you raised me like a queen
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| Oh, the things you make me see
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| We struggled you and me
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| We’re swimming through the breeze
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| Oh, but you never let me down
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| And all the shells I found
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| You pick up from the ground
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| Now I turn them into sound, mom
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| Sundays, watch the rain
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| You gave me towels in the bay
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| Maybe someday, it’s my turn
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| I’ll teach the freedom that I learned
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| Oh, I was feeling six feet tall
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| Screaming from the shore
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| To beat the ocean roar
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| Oh, cause you made me feel secure
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| And the storms we’re drawing near
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| We faced our darkest fears
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| And you made them disappear
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| Mom, mom, mom
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| Sundays, watch the rain
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| You gave me towels in the bay
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| Maybe someday, it’s my turn
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| I’ll teach the freedom that I learned |