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 Going back to  tender age,
 so  of confusion and rage,
  says, "Boys, your Mama's gone."
 There's  hand on your shoulder as you're throwing dirt,
 someone says, "Time heals  hurt.
 Little man, you got to keep on  on,"
 but all you want is Mama's 
 
 You ride  home in a limosine,
 the saddest car that you've  seen,
 your brother can not look you in  eye.
 Lightning strikes, thunder 
 an  winter in that heart of yours,
 but you swear you won't let  see you cry
 'cause all  want is Mama's arms.
 
 
 The neighbors come  bring you pies,
  words and futile sighs,
 and you run up to your  and lock the door.
 And there you  in your Sunday best,
  way your Mama would have had you dressed
 and you realize it  matter anymore
  all you want is Mama's arms.
 
 
 'Round and  and 'round it goes.
 The  change the young boy grows
 to understand it's all part  some plan.
  used to wonder what it's all about.
 Now those are  you can do without.
 You laugh them off and  the best you can
 but  you want is Mama's arms.
  you want is Mama's arms.