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Mama, rest your mind. |
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I found a lover, she's gentle and kind. |
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Finally it's the last in kind, |
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So mama, rest your mind. |
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Mama, calm your nerves. |
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It could be so much worse. |
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If this love's the devil's curse, |
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I don't want your cure. |
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If your old good book says its true |
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Back of your knees locked to the seat of the pew. |
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If it feels this painful and pure, |
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I will reckon you. |
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All you ask for is family. |
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I've had your fists, your love, your suffering. |
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All these years of coming clean, |
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But never heard or seen. |
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If your old good book says it's true, |
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Back of your knees locked to the seat of the pew. |
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If it feels this painful and pure, |
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I will reckon you. |
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Mama, dry your eyes. |
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Forget about the fire. |
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Look how my face smiles and shines. |
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Can you learn to know your child? |
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If your old good book says it's true, |
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Back of your knees locked to the seat of the pew. |
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If it feels this painful and pure, |
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I will reckon you. |
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I will reckon you. |
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I will reckon you. |
