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Daughter from Hell

Gracie Abrams

I was a pill, you swallowed me down
They say that I got your mouth
Daughter from hell, hungry and loud
You made me a plate, you lent me your life somehow

And I want your patience
I want your grace
I want your sugar
I want to say how much I owe ya
I've loved your shoulder

The mantle of stones, your rosemary cloud
You talk to the trees out loud
With both of your hands, you held up our house
And down to my bones, I hope that I make you proud

And now I want your metal
I want your goodness
I want your current
And I want to say how much I owe ya
I've loved your shoulder

I want your color
I want you to knowing
I want your mirror
And I want to say how much I owe ya
I've loved your shoulder (oh)

I want your patience
I want your grace
I want your sugar
(Oh) and I want to say how much I owe ya
I've loved your shoulder

Daughter from hell, but I came around
I'll try to become you now