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Mama's going away
Gotta catch that plane
There's her suitcase
Closed tight
On the bed

Saw the sign on the door
With the promise
Of more
Where the grey skies
Are all lined with gold

Now her children complain
Though there's no
Other way
As they sleep now
She steals into the night

And she cries
All of the way
With her heart
Torn from the pain

Tired and blue
From the distance
of her love

Now she lives far away
Where the night means day
And her warm voice

Echoes down the phone line

There's a choice to be made
And a role to be played
Holding small hands
That remind her
Of her own child's

Washes knees
Cut and bruised
With her mind
So confused
Overwhelmed by
This strange labour of love

She remits her heart
Its a delicate art

Tired and blue
From the distance
of her love

Tired and blue
From the distance
Though sometimes
It drives her wild

Tired and blue
From the distance
of her love

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