| My baby’s got two lives
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| And four lungs to know
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| My baby’s got new lies
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| He won’t let go
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| But I’m sure he can’t love her
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| Like he needs me
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| Oh I can make his insides stirs
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| Till' he dreams of being free
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| Does he dream of being free
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| Does he dream of being free
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| Tell me what it feels like just to hold you
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| I could paint some starlight all around you
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| Do you see the light of me I can show you
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| There’s an emptiness that I can feel all around you
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| My baby’s got two hands
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| And four feet to miss
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| My baby’s got new plans
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| In every kiss
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| But I’m sure he can’t love her
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| Like he needs me
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| Oh I can make his insides stirs
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| Till' he dreams of being free
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| Does he dream of being free
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| Does he dream of being free
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| Tell me what it feels like just to hold you
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| I could paint some starlight all around you
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| Do you see the light of me I can show you
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| There’s an emptiness that I can feel all around you
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| And oh I’m so cruel these days
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| I thought I was better raised
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| But I went low, so low
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| And oh I’m so foolish these days
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| I thought I knew all my ways
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| But I went low, so low
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| Tell me what it feels like just to hold you
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| I could paint some starlight all around you
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| Do you see the light of me I can show you
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| There’s an emptiness that I can feel all around you |