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If ever life 's mistreating you

You don't feel good at all

You need a sister to hold on to

You can give me a call



It might be Monday, it might be Tuesday

8 o' clock in the evening on a Sunday



You won't have to explain the whole situation

I 'll just keep you company

You must be lonely without a friend

Not relying on family



Call me on a Monday, on a Tuesday

In the middle of the night on a Sunday



These men took your soul 

Your innerpride

They got you deeply

The cut of a thousand knives



Until you had nothing more to hide

It made the ones that love you wish

They had turned blind



But you don't have to carry all that guilt

We sisters vulnerable 'bout the way we 're built



And I might not feel what you feel

Though wounds like yours I know they don't just heal 



By Monday, next Tuesday

But call me and I'll be around on a Sunday



Some day again you will shine

Keep walking towards the sun

You 're still young sister