| She’s the sky that holds the clouds
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| She’s the lady of the house
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| A blind believer in all I dare to be
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| There’s no safer place I’ve found
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| Than the shoulder of her white night gown
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| Oh, I’ve got the best and the worst of her in me
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| And I’d share her if I could
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| So the wars would all be over
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| 'Cause she’d raise us all as friends
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| And no one would ever wonder if somebody wanted them
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| We’d walk on grass that’s greener
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| And our cares would all be freer
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| If the world had a mother like mine
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| She’s our father’s one great love
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| She’s the one he wanted most
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| She’s the light in the window of the house I grew up in
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| She takes the midnight call
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| And she’s the bravest of us all
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| And she sings in the garden that she let’s her hair down in
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| Oh, the wars would all be over
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| 'Cause she’d raise us all as friends
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| And no one would ever wonder if somebody wanted them
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| Tonight would be easier
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| And our dreams would all be deeper
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| If the world had a mother like mine
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| Don’t go away
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| Don’t go away from me
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| Oh, I understand
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| She is a helping hand
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| Still, I have to say
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| She’s the sky that holds the clouds
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| She’s the lady of our house
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| We all need her
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| But no one more than me
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| Oh, the wars would all be over
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| 'Cause she’d raise us all as friends
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| And no one would ever wonder if somebody wanted them
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| We’d walk on grass that’s greener
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| And the dishes would all be cleaner
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| If the world had a mother like mine
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| Ooh, like mine |