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