| when i woke up, when i opened up my eyes
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| drinking the sun without blinking
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| and when i reached out, when i reached out for a sign
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| holding a gun without sinking
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| (ooh, it was a fine feeling, ooh, it was a mighty fine feeling)
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| then i thought about the younger days
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| when i was looking for a friend
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| thought about the way my mama would carry me to the end
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| Chorus: Oh mama, will you carry me again
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| my eyes are blind without my mama
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| when i looked up, when i focused on the sky
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| touching its heart but not stinging
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| and then i took it and i realized it might
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| shake like a bell without ringing
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| (ohh, it was a fine feeling, ohh, it was a mighty fine feeling) |