| When I first saw you
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| The end was soon
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| To Bethlehem it slouched
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| And then, it must’ve caught a good look at you
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| Give your heart and soul to charity
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| 'Cause the rest of you
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| The best of you
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| Honey, belongs to me
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| Ain’t it a gentle sound, the rolling in the graves?
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| Ain’t it like thunder under earth, the sound it makes?
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| Ain’t it exciting you, the rumble where you lay?
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| Ain’t you my baby, ain’t you my baby?
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| Nothing fucks with my baby
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| Nothing can get a look in on my baby
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| Nothing fucks with my baby
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| Nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing
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| If I was born as a blackthorn tree
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| I’d wanna be felled by you
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| Held by you
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| Fuel the pyre of your enemies
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| Ain’t it warming you, the world gone up in flames?
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| Ain’t it the life you, your lighting of the blaze?
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| Ain’t it a waste they’d watch the throwing of the shade?
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| Ain’t you my baby, ain’t you my babe?
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| Nothing fucks with my baby
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| Nothing can get a look in on my baby
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| Nothing fucks with my baby
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| Nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing |