| In a river the color 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 25,
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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 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 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 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 she left pain
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| Oh, please save your life
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| Because you’ve only got one
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| The dream has gone 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 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 and I’m not sad |