Going back to a tender age,
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So full of confusion and rage,
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Daddy says, "Boys, your Mama's gone."
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There's a hand on your shoulder as you're throwing dirt,
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Someone says, "Time heals the hurt.
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Little man, you got to keep on keepin' on,"
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But all you want is Mama's arms.
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You ride back home in a limosine,
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The saddest car that you've ever seen,
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Your brother can not look you in the eye.
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Lightning strikes, thunder roars,
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An early winter in that heart of yours,
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But you swear you won't let them see you cry
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'cause all you want is Mama's arms.
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The neighbors come and bring you pies,
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Endless words and futile sighs,
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And you run up to your room and lock the door.
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And there you are in your Sunday best,
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The way your Mama would have had you dressed
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And you realize it doesn't matter anymore
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'cause all you want is Mama's arms.
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'Round and 'round and 'round it goes.
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The seasons change the young boy grows
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To understand it's all part of some plan.
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You used to wonder what it's all about.
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Now those are questions you can do without.
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You laugh them off and do the best you can
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But all you want is Mama's arms.
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All you want is Mama's arms.
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Mama's Arms
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Ronan Keating |