The Get-Well-Soon
On a sidestreet right off the avenue
There is a house known as the get-well-soon
She'd been there since Tuesday afternoon
She needed to get herself straight
Her name was Evan, 27 and she did it well
Found out young she had a penchant for alcohol
And a tendency to wander off and never call
Don't worry about it
Growing up in a house with all the lights off
Sick of saying yeah well my mother said
My mother said, mothers say
She was handed repentance on the corner
It wasn't Sunday, she was sure a goner
And her hands had been shaking since the morning
She needed to get herself straight
Just one or two bottles
Everyone's got their problems
Everyone's got their problems when
Sick of always saying, sick of want
Don't want to talk about it
Growing up in a house with all the lights off
Sick of saying yeah well my mother said
My mother said, mothers say
And every bottle on her shelf
Holds a note that she wrote to herself
Except the one that's still full
And the lady Madonna will shine
Shine, shine, shine
Until her lights all gone
Growing up in a house with all the lights off
Sick of saying yeah well my mother said
My mother said, mothers say
Growing up in a house with all the lights off
Sick of saying yeah well my mother said
My mother said, mothers say
There is a house known as the get-well-soon
She'd been there since Tuesday afternoon
She needed to get herself straight
Her name was Evan, 27 and she did it well
Found out young she had a penchant for alcohol
And a tendency to wander off and never call
Don't worry about it
Growing up in a house with all the lights off
Sick of saying yeah well my mother said
My mother said, mothers say
She was handed repentance on the corner
It wasn't Sunday, she was sure a goner
And her hands had been shaking since the morning
She needed to get herself straight
Just one or two bottles
Everyone's got their problems
Everyone's got their problems when
Sick of always saying, sick of want
Don't want to talk about it
Growing up in a house with all the lights off
Sick of saying yeah well my mother said
My mother said, mothers say
And every bottle on her shelf
Holds a note that she wrote to herself
Except the one that's still full
And the lady Madonna will shine
Shine, shine, shine
Until her lights all gone
Growing up in a house with all the lights off
Sick of saying yeah well my mother said
My mother said, mothers say
Growing up in a house with all the lights off
Sick of saying yeah well my mother said
My mother said, mothers say
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