| 'Mother's ruin'
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| She said to herself
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| 'I'm just screwing my own mental health'
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| But Fridays and Saturdays
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| She walks down those alleyways
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| A latter day lady of the lamp
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| How you doing?
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| You ain’t from round here
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| Won’t you come in?
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| I’m really not scared-
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| 'Cause Fridays and Saturdays
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| I still do it anyways
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| And anything is better than out there
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| Now don’t wake me up again
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| Don’t let me feel anything
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| But when you go
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| 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
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| Their own little girls
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| Keep them dreaming
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| There’s more to this world
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| But turn her the other way
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| And every day’s Father’s Day
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| He stays until there’s nothing left to say
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| But don’t wake me up again
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| Don’t let me feel anything
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| But when you go
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| Let me dream that I go with you
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| 'Cause I can’t take it 'round here anymore
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| Now don’t wake me up again
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| Don’t let me feel anything
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| But when you go
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| Let me dream that I go with you
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| So you won’t make my heart ache anymore
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| Leave the light on and don’t shut the door |