Son you ain't nothin to me, pocketfull of fantasies and dreams,
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Son you ain't nothin to me, leave us far behind to make you free,
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Mama is still at the front door waiting,
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My hand is still left unshaken.
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You just left without a word...out of our world.
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You can't see what you got, till you open your eyes,
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Tell us what's on your mind, or tell us some lies,
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Just something to hold, when your out of our lives,
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cause left in silence we surely won't survive.
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Son, you are something to me, you remind me of how old times used to be,
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Son you are something to me, but everyman must cure his own disease,
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So run far away, cause it hurts you to stay,
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But leave us just one more word 'til your out of our world.
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They'll be times when you're shaken down.
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You'll be lookin for help, there ain't no one around.
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The dreams that brought you there will fade away,
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replaced by dreams that bring you back someday....
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So we wait on dreams that bring you back someday.
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So we wait...
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