| If ever life 's mistreating you
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| You don’t feel good at all
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| You need a sister to hold on to
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| You can give me a call
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| It might be Monday, it might be Tuesday
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| 8 o' clock in the evening on a Sunday
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| You won’t have to explain the whole situation
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| I 'll just keep you company
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| You must be lonely without a friend
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| Not relying on family
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| Call me on a Monday, on a Tuesday
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| In the middle of the night on a Sunday
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| These men took your soul
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| Your innerpride
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| They got you deeply
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| The cut of a thousand knives
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| Until you had nothing more to hide
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| It made the ones that love you wish
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| They had turned blind
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| But you don’t have to carry all that guilt
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| We sisters vulnerable 'bout the way we 're built
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| And I might not feel what you feel
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| Though wounds like yours I know they don’t just heal
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| By Monday, next Tuesday
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| But call me and I’ll be around on a Sunday
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| Some day again you will shine
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| Keep walking towards the sun
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| You 're still young sister |