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 Going back to a  age,
 so full of confusion  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 on keepin' 
  all you want is Mama's arms.
 
 You  back home in a limosine,
 the saddest  that you've ever seen,
 your  can not look you in the eye.
 Lightning strikes,  roars,
 an early winter in that heart  yours,
 but  swear you won't let them see you cry
 'cause all  want is Mama's arms.
 
 
 The neighbors come and bring you 
 endless words and futile 
 and you run up to your room and lock the 
 And there  are in your Sunday best,
 the way your  would have had you dressed
  you realize it doesn't matter anymore
 'cause all  want is Mama's arms.
 
 
  and 'round and 'round it goes.
 The seasons  the young boy grows
 to  it's all part of some plan.
 You used to wonder what it's  about.
 Now those are questions you  do without.
  laugh them off and do the best you can
 but all you want is  arms.
 All you want is Mama's