Sixpence None The Richer - Sister, Mother

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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.