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Nothing so bright, nothing so smooth, |
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Nothing so pure |
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As my baby |
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All of my life days into night, all i did dream was my baby |
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Until the days darkness entwined |
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With silver eyes |
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Was my baby staring at me |
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And since then i can't see straight |
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And since then my smile's been fake |
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Funny i know the troubles i've seen |
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But through one eye only that's clean |
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If you bring along your needles |
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Then i'll bring my sharpened pencils |
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And draw one more comic tragedy |
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My baby |
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So call up the child players |
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From madam we'll |
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Rent the parlor |
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And dance to death |
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Till i can't see |
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My baby |
