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