| Mama, she has taught me well
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| Told me when I was young
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| «Son, your life’s an open book
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| Don’t close it 'fore it’s done»
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| «The brightest flame burns quickest» is what I heard her say
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| A son’s heart owed to mother
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| But I must find my way…
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| Let my heart go
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| Let your son grow
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| Mama, let my heart go
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| Or let this heart be still, yeah, still
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| Rebel my new last name
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| Wild blood in my veins
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| Apron strings around my neck
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| The mark that still remains
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| Left home at an early age
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| Of what I heard was wrong
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| I never asked forgiveness
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| But what is said is done
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| Let my heart go
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| Let your son grow
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| Mama, let my heart go
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| Or let this heart be still
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| Never I asked of you but never I gave
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| But you gave me your emptiness that I’ll take to my grave
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| Never I ask of you but never I gave
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| But you gave me your emptiness, I now take to my grave
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| So let this heart be still
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| Mama, now I’m coming home
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| I’m not all you wished of me
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| But a mother’s love for her son unspoken helped me be
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| Yeah, I took your love for granted
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| And all the things you said to me, yeah
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| Need your arms to welcome me
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| But a cold stone’s all I see…
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| Let my heart go
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| Let your son grow
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| Mama, let my heart go
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| Or let this heart be still
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| Let my heart go
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| Mama, let my heart go
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| You never let my heart go
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| So let this heart be still
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| Oh, oh, oh, whoa…
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| Never I asked of you but never I gave
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| But you gave me your emptiness that I’ll take to my grave
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| Never I ask of you but never I gave
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| But you gave me your emptiness, I now take to my grave
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| So let this heart be still… |