| Hey, hey baby I’m your picnic blanket
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| Give your crumbs, give your drips, give your bugs
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| Hey, hey baby I’m your mud-room floor
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| Give your street-dust, give your beach-sand, give your rain
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| Hey, hey baby I’m your nightstand drawer
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| Give me your secrets, give me your longings, give me a chance
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| To hold these things
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| I’m not gonna, I’m not gonna sell it to the papers. |
| No, and
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| I’m not gonna, I’m not gonna spin em' into stories. |
| And
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| I’m not gonna, I’m not gonna use it as ammunition, no
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| I just wanna hold…
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| Hey, hey baby you know you can talk to me tonight
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| Don’t lie awake, don’t lie awake, don’t lie awake, oh
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| And let me in, for heaven’s sake
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| Hey, hey baby I’m your terra cotta pot
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| Give me your basil, give me your daises, give me your dirt
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| Hey, hey baby I’m your couch cushion corners
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| Give me your pop-corn, give me you post-its, give me your change
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| Hey, hey baby I’m your nightstand drawer
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| Give me your secrets, give me your longings, give me a chance
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| To hold these things
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| I’m not gonna, I’m not gonna sell it to the papers. |
| No, and |
| I’m not gonna, I’m not gonna spin em' into stories. |
| And
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| I’m not gonna, I’m not gonna use it as ammunition, no
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| I just wanna hold…
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| Hey, hey baby you know you can talk to me tonight
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| Don’t lie awake, don’t lie awake, don’t lie awake, oh
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| And let me in, for heaven’s sake |