| Way back when it first begun
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| Starting when I first was young
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| Through all the years that were to come
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| I loved being my mother’s son
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| Yeah, I loved being my mother’s son
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| I loved her so because
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| She was so good and kind to me
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| She was, she was, she was
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| She helped me walk, she watched me run
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| She got where I was coming from
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| And when I couldn’t count my friends on a single thumb
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| I loved her to the maximum
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| Yeah, I loved being my mother’s son
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| I loved her so because
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| She was so kind and genuine
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| She was, she was, she was
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| She was, she was, she was
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| She was, she was, she was
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| She was, she was, she was
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| She was, she was, she was
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| When she was gone, I was overcome
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| The simple fact left me stunned
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| I wasn’t done being my mother’s son
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| Only now am I seeing that being’s done
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| Yeah, I loved being my mother’s son
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| I loved her so because
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| She was my faithful guardian
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| She was, she was, she was
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| She was, she was, she was
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| She was, she was, she was
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| She was, she was, she was
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| She was, she was, she was
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| (She was, she was, she was)
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| (She was, she was, she was)
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| (She was, she was, she was)
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| (She was, she was, she was) |