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Borscht - Mummy Lyrics



Borscht - Mummy Lyrics




He's coming of age
You can no longer filter
His exposure
He sees all the things
That you think he never noticed
Well he does, yeah
And he knows when
You're under the weather
Although he cannot explain why
And he knows when
You're feeling defensive
When you only think you've tried
Your hardest
But you don't get a medal for coming in fifth
No
Oh
Oh
Mother's day
You think you're doing him a favour
Well you ain't
Cause all he wants is
To come home to his mother
Sober
But instead
You're on the deep deep north side
And you're not dry
And he's strong
But what do you expect?
He's a kid, he's wide-eyed
And you're glorified!
How long you gonna run after the
Nightmare of your life?
How long you gonna hurt after
He leaves you in the night?
Ah
Ou
Ah
Ou
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He's coming of age
You can no longer filter
His exposure
He sees all the things
That you think he never noticed
Well he does, yeah
And he knows when
You're under the weather
Although he cannot explain why
And he knows when
You're feeling defensive
When you only think you've tried
Your hardest
But you don't get a medal for coming in fifth
No
Oh
Oh
Mother's day
You think you're doing him a favour
Well you ain't
Cause all he wants is
To come home to his mother
Sober
But instead
You're on the deep deep north side
And you're not dry
And he's strong
But what do you expect?
He's a kid, he's wide-eyed
And you're glorified!
How long you gonna run after the
Nightmare of your life?
How long you gonna hurt after
He leaves you in the night?
Ah
Ou
Ah
Ou
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Writer: Maria Martire
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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Performed By: Borscht
Language: English
Length: 3:01
Written by: Maria Martire

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