| Baby mosquito, you hardly got time
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| Baby mosquito, you’re not a lover
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| In summer nights it’s just hard
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| With the lights and the trees
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| Got you down on your knees
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| Oh baby, it’s hard to believe
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| From the swamp under leaves
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| That one day you would cry
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| And baby mosquito, beware of dragon flies
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| Baby mosquito, flash back to past lives
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| When you were frozen in amber so deep
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| There was peace, it’s a waiting disease
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| And baby, it’s hard to believe
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| From the ground under trees
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| That one day you would cry
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| And baby mosquito, why don’t you aspire?
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| And baby mosquito, why don’t you make them alive?
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| 'Cause after you’re gone
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| There’ll be blood to be drawn from the sea
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| And the fire flying knights
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| And the bats without sight who believe
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| Oh, malarial nightmares
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| That keep you from sleep next to me
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| Got me down on my knees
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| And baby, it’s hard to believe
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| From the swamp under leaves
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| That one day you would cry |