Mama oh mama I don¡¯t wanna come down
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Not if it¡¯s all like it was on the ground
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Hiding my feet ¡®cause I¡¯m too shy to dance
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Hiding my face behind both of my hands
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Mama oh mama don¡¯t make me come down
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¡®cause I don¡¯t know what will come out of my mouth
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People will hear they won¡¯t know who I am
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People will hear and they won¡¯t understand
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Mama i¡¯ve seen them the others like me
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Once I could see it was all I could see
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The silent procession that crosses the snow
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In which skeleton ladies like skeletons go
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Mama oh mama up here where I¡¯m free
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I have seen beauty you wouldn¡¯t believe
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Juniper¡¯s ledges and Juniper¡¯s birds
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Where Juniper¡¯s edges and mine become blurred
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Mama oh mama if you only heard
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The reasons for living the freedom of words
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The blooming balloon of a thought being born
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Safe in the branches of Juniper¡¯s arms
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Mama oh mama I¡¯m not like you think
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Some harrowing walker down narrowing streets
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If I had my way I would bring the whole world
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Every sleepwalker and each hungry girl
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Mama oh mama and old uncle tom
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My father the thinker my daughter the song
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Tell every bell to just wake up and ring
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Tell this whole choir to just shut up and sing
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Mama oh mama I¡¯m holding your hand
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In these glorious dreams in which you understand
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Mama oh mama we¡¯re spinning around
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Mama oh mama don¡¯t make me come down
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Juniper
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