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I think all my thoughts a mirror
something I might reconsider
mama won’t you help me decide
streets are filled with beauty plainly
or are we invisible lately
mama won’t you help me decide
‘cause I’m riding
heavens highway
recognizing what’s gone my way
in the bleachers
looking down upon the running man in the marshes
flying in the highs and glory
but is that the true blue story
mama won’t you help me decide
thrown into a fathers cages
or were they the prizes wages
mama won’t you help me decide
‘cause I’m riding
heavens highway
recognizing what’s gone my way
in the bleachers
looking down upon the running man in the marshes
why must we be so suspicious’
when it flows with all our wishes, lady
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running hard to make it stable
I think I might be the latest crazy
carried under by the river
or were they to be delivered
mama won’t you help me decide
if order is disorder traveling
finding ways to fill the empty,
mama did you hear them collide
‘cause I’m riding
heavens highway
recognizing what’s gone my way
in the bleachers
looking down upon the running man in the marshes |
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