Thank you guys for bearing with us all evening
Um, I have a really, really great friend of mine here
And I think she came to sing a song with us
What's up New York?
Miss. Maggie Rogers, everybody
If you guys are still with us in Brooklyn
Wake me up when the season's gone
'Cause I've wasted all my dawns on you
So what do I do?
Oh, what do I do?
I get fucked up just 'cause I'm scared
Love's just another drug I have grown a victim to
So what do I do?
Oh, what do I do?
And all is fair in love and war
So what the hell are we even fightin' for?
I'm on your front porch beggin' for my dawns back
Give my goddamn records and my clothes back
'Cause I'm through
Oh, how I'm through
And by the time she wakes, I'll be halfway to my mama's home
It just dawned on me, life is as fleeting as the passing dawn
And it was my mistake 'cause she never said a thing about Jesus
I miss my mother's southern drawl and her praying through the walls in the evening
Give me my dawns back
'Cause everything that dies makes its way on back
I lost her last July in a heart attack, I need one small victory
Give me my dawns back
'Cause everything that dies makes its way on back
I lost her last July in a heart attack, I need one small victory
So, wake me up when the season's gone
'Cause I've wasted all my dawns on you
So what do I do?
Oh, what do I do?
And by the time he wakes, I'll be halfway to my best friend's home
It just dawned on me, life is as fleeting as the passing dawn
And it was my mistake 'cause she never said a thing about Jesus
I miss my mother's southern drawl and her praying through the walls in the evening
Give me my dawns back
'Cause everything that dies makes its way on back
I lost her last July in a heart attack, I need one small victory
Give me my dawns back
'Cause everything that dies makes its way on back
I lost her last July in a heart attack, I need one small victory
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Ooh, yeah, yeah, yeah
And by the time she wakes, I'll be halfway to my mama's home (got us, Brooklyn?)
It just dawned on me, life is as fleeting as the passing dawn
And it was my mistake 'cause she never said a thing about Jesus
I miss my mother's southern drawl and her praying through the walls in the evening
Give me my dawns back
'Cause everything that dies makes its way on back
I lost her last July in a heart attack, I need one small victory
That's Miss. Maggie Rogers
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