(Bob Dylan)
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Perhaps it's the color of the sun cut flat
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An' cov'rin' the crossroads I'm standing at,
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Or maybe it's the weather or something like that,
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But mama, you been on my mind.
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I don't mean trouble, please don't put me down or get upset,
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I am not pleadin' or sayin', "I can't forget."
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I do not walk the floor bowed down an' bent, but yet,
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Mama, you been on my mind.
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Even though my mind is hazy an' my thoughts they might be narrow,
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Where you been don't bother me nor bring me down in sorrow.
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It don't even matter to me where you're wakin' up tomorrow,
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But mama, you're just on my mind.
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I am not askin' you to say words like "yes" or "no,"
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Please understand me, I got no place for you t' go.
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I'm just breathin' to myself, pretendin' not that I don't know,
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Mama, you been on my mind.
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When you wake up in the mornin', baby, look inside your mirror.
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You know I won't be next to you, you know I won't be near.
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I'd just be curious to know if you can see yourself as clear
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Mama, You Been On My Mind
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| We Are Augustines |
