Sister, Mother

Sixpence None The Richer

Sixpence None The Richer

My life is plagued
By mistakes, broken love
Slaps in the face
But I'm trying to care
To dare to embrace
Your face

Hug him like a brother
Kiss her like a sister
Let it be my mother
For now

I want to find
Where the maid in the street
Is pouring her wine
I heard she takes you in
And gives you the words
You need said

If you'll be her brother
She'll kiss you like a sister
She'll even be your mother
For now

Hug him like a brother
Kiss her like a sister
Let it be my mother
Let it be my father

I will be her brother
Kiss her like a sister
Come and be my mother
Forever 

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