I gave you grief,
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You gave me milk,
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Your mother's breast my bed of silk.
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An itch appears,
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The time is here:
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Mamma-Mia Mamma-Mia Mamma-Mia! Let me go!
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You take the plunge and she knows,
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You know, she knows the game,
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She knows what you're thinking,
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You're still her child and she knows,
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She knows you know,
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She knows what's best.
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You love and you learn and you cry
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When you're burned
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And you love and you learn
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And you laugh 'til it hurst
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And you love and you learn
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And you wait 'til your turn
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And you twist or you stick or you burn.
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"I give you trust you give me lies," she said
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"At night I lie awake I try," she said
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"To understand you."
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"I never planned to disappoint you or annoy you,
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To desert you or destroy you,
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I wanna be there for you."
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You take the plunge and she knows, you know,
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She knows the game,
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She knows what you're thinking,
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You're still her child and she knows,
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she knows you know,
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She knows what's best.
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You love and you learn
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And you cry when you're burned
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And you love and you learn
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And you laugh 'til it hurts
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And you love and yoou learn
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And you wait 'til your turn
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And you twist or you stick or you burn.
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She needed a chill-out but no one would cool out our mamma,
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A gun in her hand and the blood it spilled out in the sand...
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Mother!
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You love and you learn
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And you cry when you're burned
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And you love and you learn
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And you laugh 'til it hurst
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And you love and you learn
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And you wait 'til your turn
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And you twist or you stick or you burn.
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Mother
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| Pop Will Eat Itself |
