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In a river the colour of lead |
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Immerse the baby's head |
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Wrap her up in the news of the world |
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Dump her on a doorstep, girl |
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This night has opened my eyes |
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And i will never sleep again |
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You kicked and cried like a bullied child |
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A grown man of twenty-five |
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Oh, he said he'd cure your ills |
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But he didn't and he never will |
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Oh, save your life |
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Because you've only got one |
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The dream has gone |
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But the baby is real |
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Oh, you did a good thing |
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She could have been a poet |
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Or, she could have been a fool |
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Oh, you did a bad thing |
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And i'm not happy |
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And i'm not sad |
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A shoeless child on a swing |
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Reminds you of your own again |
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She took away your troubles |
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Oh, but then again |
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She left pain |
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So, please save your life |
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Because you've only got one |
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The dream has gone |
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But the baby is real |
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Oh, you did a good thing |
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She could have been a poet |
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Or, she could have been a fool |
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Oh, you did a bad thing |
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And i'm not happy |
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And i'm not sad |
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Oh ... |
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And i'm not happy |
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And i'm not sad |
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Oh ... |
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And i'm not happy |
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And i'm not sad |
