(Ian Hunter)
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Her life gets smaller in his eyes
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And he wonders if he thinks he should cry
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Oh mother the colour's gone and left your hair
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And he wonders if he thinks he should care
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She told him how to play a guitar
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She told him how to be a star
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But mother were you really there
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My friend don't speak he's such a mixed up boy
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I wonder if she sold him his toys
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A kiss on the cheek a conversation decoy
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In his cute little corduroys
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Oh she taught him how to win the game
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She taught him everything is your name
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Oh mother did you have to destroy
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Mother if you really cared
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You'd talk to him cry for him
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All you every did was dream
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All you ever said was be cool be cool be cool
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And I think you made a mess of his life
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And I think he made a mess of your life
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And I think it made a mess of my life
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Mother if you really cared
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You'd talk to him cry for him
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All you every did was dream
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All you ever said was be cool be cool be cool
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And I think you made a mess of her life
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And I think she made a mess of your life
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And I think it made a mess of my life
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I think you made a mess of my life
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I think you made a mess of my life
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Shallow Crystals
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| Ian Hunter |
