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