(Ian McLagan, Rod Stewart)
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Mother, don't you recognize your son?
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Coming home, 'cause I failed you Mother
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I'll be there in the morning
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If you'll have me back
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The rent up here is much too high
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For a room without a tap
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I'll be early in the morning
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And I'll find my way back home
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Back home bad 'n' ruin
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With my tail between my legs
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Tail between my legs
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And I'll be so tired
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I'll be early tomorrow morning
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And I'll fall down off my plane
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Don't be embarrassed mother
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By your ugly worn-out son
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Your ugly worn-out son.
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Mother, you won't recognize me now
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Mother, you won't recognize me now
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Mother, you won't recognize me now
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And I'll be down on Cannon Street
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Passport in my hand
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Should you not recognize me
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I've heavily made-up my eyes
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Momma, you won't recognize me now
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Brother, you won't recognize me now
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Sister, you won't recognize me now
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Mother, you won't recognize me now
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So mother when you've seen me
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Don't forget I'm your boy too
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I know my brother has done you proud
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He's one foot in the grave
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Mother don't you recognize me now?
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I'm a burglar in the first degree
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But it don't seem to worry me
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I'll be so tired, so tired
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I'll be so tired, so tired
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So Tired
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Bad 'N' Ruin
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| The Faces |
