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