| Oh mama
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| I’m sick to the bone
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| Oh mama
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| I was rich, but I lost the fortune
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| There’s a kid with a credit card down below
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| Running up a tab just to show
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| That he’s in charge of credit cards
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| You know it sounds like an accusation
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| All my love
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| She gave it away
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| All my love
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| She gave it away
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| (true story)
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| Oh mama
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| Won’t you take me to Rome
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| Oh mama
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| I don’t suppose you’d fly me to Spain?
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| You know I gave two weeks notice today
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| Told off the boss and turned the accountant
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| On, mama
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| Let’s go for a spin
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| In the Alfa Romeo
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| Imagine a man who’s not a cad
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| Counting every dollar with a collar in his hand, yeah
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| That’s a man in high demand
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| And it sounds like an invitation
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| All my love
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| She gave it away
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| All my love
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| She gave it away
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| All my love
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| She gave it away
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| Away
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| Maybe it’ll come back someday
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| Over the ocean
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| Where you lie
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| There are no harbors for
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| A criminal mind
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| Banks are for robbing
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| Not for sobbing, honey
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| I won’t cry
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| Cry
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| All my love
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| All my love
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| She gave it away, gave it away
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| Gave it away, she gave it away
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| Gave it away, away
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| Maybe it’ll come back someday
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| See the fallen, right their wrong
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| They write their checks without expectations
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| There’s a word, sounds like fear
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| But that’s one mistake too many
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| (she loves you) |