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'Mother's ruin' 

She said to herself 
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'I'm just screwing my own mental health' 

But Fridays and Saturdays 
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She walks down those alleyways 

A latter day lady of the lamp 


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How you doing? 

You ain't from 'round here 

Won't you come in? 
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I'm really not scared- 

'Cause Fridays and Saturdays 
              D
I still do it anyways 

And anything is better than out here 


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Now don't wake me up again 

Don't let me feel anything 
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But when you go 

Let me dream that I go with you 
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So I won't cry myself dry anymore 


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Mothers ruin 

Their own little girls 

Keep them dreaming 
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There's more to this world 

But turn her the other way 
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And every day's Father's Day