| oh woe — when i see mommy
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| i feel like a mummy
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| i feel like a mummy
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| i feel like a mummy
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| gonna wrap her up every time i see her
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| every time i see her
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| i want to grab her
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| pull her up to me
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| till i look through her
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| but she moves so fast
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| that i can’t even see her
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| her interest fades
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| like breath on a mirror
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| every time i see her
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| every time i see her
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| i try to grab her
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| and the wind from my hand
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| blows away like a feather
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| every time i grab her
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| every time i grab her
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| oh — when i see mommy
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| i feel like a mummy
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| gonna wrap her up gonna wrap her up next time i see her
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| next time i see her
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| i’m gonna seize her
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| then i’m gonna freeze her
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| it’s the only way
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| that i might get to see her
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| gonna wrap her up — oh, mommy
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| oh, when i see mommy
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| i feel like a mummy
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| i feel like a mummy
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| i feel like a mummy
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| every time i see her
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| every time i see her
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| i want to grab her
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| pull her up to me
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| till i look right through her
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| but she moves so fast
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| that i can’t even see her
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| her interest fades
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| like a breath on a mirror
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| like a breath on a mirror
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| like a breath on a mirror
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| like a breath on a mirror
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| like a breath on a mirror
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| yeah, when i see mommy
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| i feel like a mummy
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| i feel like a mummy |