| Curled up inside of me, I feel you
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| Like a warm ball of light waiting for dawn
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| While we are here and we have this connection
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| This kind of affection, before you are gone
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| My baby moon
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| There is a tiny point I need to mention
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| And I hope that it isn’t going to come as a blow
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| The last thing I want is to shock or upset you
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| I haven’t even met you, but you’ve got to know
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| My baby moon
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| I’m no hero, I’m not wise
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| Not like the mothers I see
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| I don’t know any lullabies
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| But I’m a singer, and I can sing to you
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| The sound of what you mean to me
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| Oh! |
| You’re moving!
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| Is it your way of saying that you do understand?
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| That something lonesome and wild in me
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| Has left a lot of the child in me
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| That, now and then, I’ll need you to hold my hand
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| What if something should go wrong in there
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| And you need my help?
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| I have to trust you’ll find a way to tell me
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| I’m no hero, I’m not wise
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| Not like the mothers I see
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| I don’t know any lullabies
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| But I’m a singer, and I can sing to you
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| The sound of what you mean to me
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| Oh—
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| That’s the only guarantee that I can offer for now
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| But something lonesome and wild in me
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| Has put a magical child in me
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| I think we might have a match made in heaven
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| I’ll see you soon
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| My baby moon
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| I want to see your face! |