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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 |
