Oh Mrs. Donahue
What are we gonna do
I've searched for him long and far
I've searched for his old guitar
Why oh why did our pretty boy go
Replaced with the addictive, processed bad bullshit
Why oh why did our pretty boy go
Our prized son once prodigal, a tragic chronicle
You paid for his education
Prayed for his sweet salvation
But nothing worked
You tried and tried
The tears rolled and he lied
He lied
Mmm
Mmm
Mmm
Mmm
Why oh why did our pretty baby go
Replaced with the addictive processed bad bullshit
Why oh why did our sweet baby go
Our prized son once prodigal, a tragic chronicle
Pretty boy, he's out there
Hear his strums
Their echos
Your nightmare
Ritika - Mrs. Donahue Lyrics
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Oh Mrs. Donahue
What are we gonna do
I've searched for him long and far
I've searched for his old guitar
Why oh why did our pretty boy go
Replaced with the addictive, processed bad bullshit
Why oh why did our pretty boy go
Our prized son once prodigal, a tragic chronicle
You paid for his education
Prayed for his sweet salvation
But nothing worked
You tried and tried
The tears rolled and he lied
He lied
Mmm
Mmm
Mmm
Mmm
Why oh why did our pretty baby go
Replaced with the addictive processed bad bullshit
Why oh why did our sweet baby go
Our prized son once prodigal, a tragic chronicle
Pretty boy, he's out there
Hear his strums
Their echos
Your nightmare
What are we gonna do
I've searched for him long and far
I've searched for his old guitar
Why oh why did our pretty boy go
Replaced with the addictive, processed bad bullshit
Why oh why did our pretty boy go
Our prized son once prodigal, a tragic chronicle
You paid for his education
Prayed for his sweet salvation
But nothing worked
You tried and tried
The tears rolled and he lied
He lied
Mmm
Mmm
Mmm
Mmm
Why oh why did our pretty baby go
Replaced with the addictive processed bad bullshit
Why oh why did our sweet baby go
Our prized son once prodigal, a tragic chronicle
Pretty boy, he's out there
Hear his strums
Their echos
Your nightmare
Writer: Ritika Sharma
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