| Mother to our people
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| She still got some things to prove
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| Pressed to find a reason
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| You know, I could name a few
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| But sometimes I want a baby
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| And oh, what can I do
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| Morning brings another empty womb
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| Hang on to me
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| You’re the only thing I have
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| To wash my body clean
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| Oh and guide me on my path
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| You know they held love like a trophy
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| Like they’ve never been on their knees
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| But when it gets too dark to see
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| You always calm me down
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| I nearly fell to pieces
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| Trying to wear my daddy’s shoes
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| I’m working on a sequel
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| You know good things come in twos
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| She said your love makes me crazy
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| And someday I’ll have to choose
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| Lover, that same trouble is just old news
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| Hang on to me
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| I’m the only chance you’ve got
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| Set your body free
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| And keep you from falling apart
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| And when they held love like a trophy
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| Like they’ve never been on their knees
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| It’s a lonely life to lead
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| And I could’ve spared you that |