My Momma Don’t Love me But I Get By 

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Oh woe, no?

Yes. Yes yes.

We’ve noticed it haven’t we?

Indeed, yes we have, look at us. 

Precisely, look at how we’re looking now… isn’t it fascinating?

Yes. Yes yes. 

Beyond the tactile thing we’ve attached an emotional reaction to

To understanding we’re reacting to ourselves

In everything. 

We must love us, mustn’t we?

Oh certainly, yes yes. 

Tuning in to where it hurts and naming that instead of holding onto blame. 

Quite right, you’ve nailed it. 

Soothe it baby it’s okay to know woe

As long as you know

When you’ve learned what you need to from it 

you can

Let it go

Let it go

Let it go 

So we see you woe, come in from the cold and sit down,
what’s wrong honey, what do we need most now?

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