| I used to be son of a bitch
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| But my mother’s quit working
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| She said she couldn’t get a lover
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| But they won’t love you more 'cause now you make it for free
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| She went home and never let me come in
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| The winter is longer outside
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| There was a spider in the basement
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| There I learnt to see what I just wanna see
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| And in the middle of the night
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| I join my hands, no matter why
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| And in the middle of the night
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| You may see me giving birth
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| You may see me giving birth
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| My babies were all born dead
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| 'Cause I have made them all alone
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| But I have given each one a grave
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| Behind a seesaw, in front of a cherry tree
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| And in the middle of the night
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| I join my hands, no matter why
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| And in the middle of the night
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| You may see me giving birth
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| You may see me giving birth |