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    I wanna sing
    Sing to your eyes where they once held windows
    When you're lookin' at me
    I wanna hear
    Hear all the sounds and the cracks in your voice
    When you speak to me.

    Look at my eyes and my nose and my fingertips
    I'm lookin' so much like you.
    Look at the way that I switch my walk, mama
    I'm walkin' like you used to do.

    What about tomorrow?
    You won't be there to watch me bleed.
    What about all the yesterdays
    And all the times that I was hoping that you'd come back to me.

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    Mama sing
    Sing to me
    I know you're out there

    What about tomorrow?
    You won't be there so I can make you proud.
    What about all the yesterdays
    And all the times I was hoping that you could sing out loud
    Sing with me

    What is this pain in here mama, did you feel it, too
    At such a tender age of twenty-four

    A wanna sing to you

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    Composition: Abra Moore

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