| From dust of distant stars
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| Threats of nuclear war
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| Could you be my 21st century little baby boy?
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| So take hold our hands
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| The world will need you baby boy to grow into a good man
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| When I stare mundanely
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| The moribund stare back at me
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| And I think to myself why would anyone choose to exist where I am?
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| We made love in darkness
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| To a fleeting housing market
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| Could you be my 21st century little baby boy?
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| So take hold our hands
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| The world will need you baby boy to grow into a good man
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| And to put it all into context
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| And you are so naive yet so complex
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| And I just want you to be cognizant
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| Of all your dreams you see in the daylight
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| Cause many things escape my dreams in the night time
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| Don’t have the answers but I’m tryin' to make right
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| And baby boy can I offer some insight?
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| Not necessarily a long but a full life
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| It’s wonderful when looking at it right |