(Graham Nash)
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The horns in the fog could be heard if not seen,
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helping to guide the blind in a dream.
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And down by the seashore, a banquet she gave
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She was feeding and needing a soul she could save.
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[멻orus:]
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Mama lion, mama lion, I'm starting to sink
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beneath the sunshine and the icicles
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in the things that you think.
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There's a hole in my destiny
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and I'm out on the brink
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Mama lion, mama lion
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She bounces off the boulders, she runs on the rocks
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She's taking her time from her grandfather clocks.
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And over the border, and down on the land
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She's living in the future
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and it lies in her hand
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[Chorus]
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Mama Lion
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| Crosby & Nash |
