If she wants to dance and drink all night well there's no one that can stop her she's going til the house lights come up or her stomach spills on to the floor This night is gonna end when we're damn well ready, for it to be over worked all week long now the music is playing on our time yeah we do, what we do, to get by. and then we need a release. Your gettin mixed up with the wrong guys your gettin messed up with the wrong drugs sometimes your body takes you places that you didn't really plan on going when people see the track marks on her arms she knows what their thinking she keeps on working for the minimum as if her highschool education gave you any other options you know. They don't know nothing about redemption they don't know nothing about recovery some people just aren't the type for marriage and family No mother ever dreams that her daughters gonna grow up to be a junkie. No mother ever dreams that her daughters gonna grow up to sleep alone. She's out of step with the style she don't know where the actions happening You know the downtown club scene ain't nothing like it used to be You reach a point where there's not a lie in the world that you can use to make the boys believe youre still in your twenties they keep getting younger don't they baby. She's not waiting for someone to come over and ask for the priviledge and she can still hear the rebel yell just as loud as it was in nineteen eighty three, you know their ain't no Johnny coming home to share a bed with her and she doesn't care. No mother ever dreams that their daughters gonna grow up to be a junkie. No mother ever dreams that their daughters gonna grow up to sleep alone. And if she had to live it all over agian, you know she wouldn't change, anything for the world.

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December 2009