| This is the song for Baby Birch
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| Though I will never know you
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| And at the back of what we’ve done
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| There is the knowledge of you
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| Well I wish we could take every path
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| Could spend a hundred years adoring you
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| Yes I wish we could take every path
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| Cause you know I hated to close the door on you
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| Do you remember staring up at the stars?
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| So far away in their bullet-proof cars
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| We heard the rushing, slow intake
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| Of the dark, dark water and the engine brakes
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| And I said how about them engine brakes?
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| And if I should die before I wake
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| Will you keep an eye on baby birch?
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| Because I’d hate to see her make the same mistake
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| When it was dark I called and you came
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| When it was dark I saw shapes
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| When I see stars I feel your hand
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| And I see stars and I reel again
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| Well mercy me, I’ll be goddamned!
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| It’s been a long, long time since I last saw you
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| And I have never known the plan
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| It’s been a long, long, time. |
| How are you?
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| Your eyes are green, your hair is gold
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| Your hair is black, your eyes are blue
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| I closed the ranks and I doubled back
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| But you know I hated to close the doggone door on you
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| We take a walk along the dirty lake
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| Hear the goose cussing at me over her eggs
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| You poor little cousin, I don’t want your dregs
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| A little baby fussing over my legs
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| There is a blacksmith and there is a shepherd and there is a butcher boy
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| And there is a barber who’s cutting and cutting away at my only joy
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| I saw a rabbit as slick as a knife and as pale as a candlestick
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| And I had thought it’d be harder to do but I caught her and skinned her quick,
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| held her there
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| Kicking and mewling upended unspooling unsung and blue
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| Told her wherever you go little runaway bunny I will find you
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| And then she ran
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| As they’re liable to do
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| Be at peace baby, and be gone
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| Be at peace baby, and be gone |