| Well, there’s a hole wearing through this couch of mine
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| And all of the cushions are falling out, one little piece at a time
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| You might see yourself in me but I don’t see nobody I know
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| This isn’t the way I figured it would be when I figured it
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| A long time ago, a long time ago
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| Well, there’s a rule me and my little boy have
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| You’ve got to say I love you before you close your eyes
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| And he can dream himself to sleep and I can play or cry
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| One thing I have taught him well is to never wonder why
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| Why, wonder why
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| And I see Mars reflecting in my little boy’s brown eyes
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| And he says, «Mama, I’m gonna get there someday
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| Mama I’m gonna get there someday?
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| And I say, «Fly»
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| Well, you can hold the whole entire world in your hands
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| Or you can borrow all of your lessons from me
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| Well, life is not a question, son, I tell him life is just a dream
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| It’s not as bad as it looks right now
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| Because nothing’s as bad as it seems
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| Not as it seems
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| I see Mars reflecting in my little boy’s brown eyes
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| And he says, «Mama I’m gonna get there someday
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| Mama I’m gonna get there someday»
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| I see Mars reflecting in my little boy’s brown eyes
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| And he says, «Mama, I’m gonna get there someday
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| Mama I’m gonna get there someday»
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| And I say, «Fly»
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| Well, there’s a hole wearing through this heart of mine
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| And all of the filling is falling out, one little piece at a time
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| But I see Mars reflecting in my little boy’s brown eyes
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| And he says, «Mama, I’m gonna get there someday
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| Mama, I’m gonna get there someday»
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| And I say, «Fly, I know you can fly» |