| O, baby blankets and baby shoes, baby slippers, baby spoons, walls of baby blue. |
| Dream child in my head is a nightmare born in a borrowed
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| bed.
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| Now I know lightning strikes again. |
| It struck me once, then struck me dead. |
| My folly grows inside of me. |
| I eat for two, walk for two,
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| breathe
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| for two now.
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| Well, the egg man fell down off his shelf. |
| All the good king’s men
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| with all their help struggled 'til the end for a shell they couldn’t
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| mend.
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| You know where this will lead, to hush and rock in the nursery for the
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| kicking one inside of me. |
| I eat for two, walk for two, breathe for two
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| now. |
| Eat for two, walk for two, breathe for two now.
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| When the boy was a boy, the girl was a girl, they found each other in a wicked world. |
| Strong in some respects, but she couldn’t stand for
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| the
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| way he begged and gave in. Pride is for men; |
| young girls should run
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| and
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| hide instead. |
| You risk the game by taking dares with «yes».
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| I eat for two, walk for two, breathe for two now. |
| Eat for two, walk
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| for two, breathe for two now.
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| I walk for two? |
| I’m stumbling. |
| I walk for two?
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| I’m stumbling. |
| Breathe for two? |
| I can’t breathe. |
| I can’t breathe. |