| She's taking her time making up
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| the reasons
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| To justify all the hurt inside
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| Guess she knows from the smile
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| and the look in their eyes
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| Everyone's got a theory about the bitter one
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| They're saying, "Mamma never loved her much"
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| And, "Daddy never keeps in touch
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| That's why she shies away from
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| human affection"
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| But somewhere in a private place
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| She packs her bags for outer space
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| And now she's waiting for the right
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| kind of pilot to come
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| And she'll say to him
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| She's saying
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| I would fly to the moon & back
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| If you'll be
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| If you'll be my baby
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| Got a ticket for a world where we belong
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| So would you be my baby?
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| She can't remember a time when she
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| felt needed
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| If love was red then she was colour
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| blind
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| All her friends they've been tried for
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| treason
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| And crimes that were never defined
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| She's saying, "Love is like a barren
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| place,
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| And reaching out for human faith is
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| Is like a journey I just don't have a
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| map for"
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| So baby's gonna take a dive and
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| Push the shift to overdrive
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| Send a signal that she's hanging
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| All her hopes on the stars
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| What a pleasant dream
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| Just saying
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| I would fly to the moon & back
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| If you'll be
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| If you'll be my baby
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| Got a ticket for a world where we belong
|
| So would you be my baby?
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| (hold on... hold on...)
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| Mamma never loved her much
|
| And Daddy never keeps in touch
|
| That's why she shies away from
|
| human affection
|
| But somewhere in a private place
|
| She packs her bags for outer space
|
| And now she's waiting for the right
|
| kind of pilot to come
|
| And she'll say to him
|
| Just saying
|
| I would fly to the moon & back
|
| If you'll be
|
| If you'll be my baby
|
| Got a ticket for a world where we belong
|
| So would you be my baby?
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| I would fly to the moon & back
|
| If you'll be
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| If you'll be my baby
|
| Got a ticket for a world where we belong
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| So would you be my baby? |