Ronan Keating - Mamas Arms

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going back to a tender age ,
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so full of confusion and rage ,
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Daddy says , boys , your mama’s gone .
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there’s a hand on your shoulder as you’re throwing dirt ,
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someone says , time heals the hurt .
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little man , you got to keep on keepin’ on ,
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but all you want is mama’s arms .

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you ride back home in a limosine ,
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the saddEst car that you’ve ever seen ,
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your brother can not look you in the eye .
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lightning strikes , thunder roars ,
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an early winter in that heart of yours ,
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but you swear you won’t let them see you cry
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’cause all you want is mama’s arms .

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the neighbors come and bring you pies ,
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endless words and futile sighs ,
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and you run up to your room and lock the door .
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and there you are in your sunday best ,
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the way your mama would have had you dressed
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and you realize it doesn’t matter anymore
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’cause all you want is mama’s arms .

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’round and ’round and ’round it goes .
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the seasons change the young boy grows
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to understand it’s all part of some plan .
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you used to wonder what it’s all about .
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now those are questions you can do without .
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you laugh them off and do the best you can
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all you want is mama’s arms
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all you want is mama’s arms