| There’s been but one true love
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| In my baby’s arms, in my baby’s arms
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| And I got the hands to hold on to them
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| I get sick of just about everyone
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| And I hide in my baby’s arms
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| Hide in my baby’s arms
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| 'Cause except for her you know
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| As I’ve implied
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| I would never, ever, ever be alone
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| 'Cause it’s all in my baby’s hands
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| Shining, shining secret stones
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| In my baby’s hands, in my baby’s hands
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| I get sick of just about everyone
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| And I hide in my baby’s arms
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| Shrink myself just like a Tom Thumb
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| I hide in my baby’s hands
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| Hide in my baby’s hand
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| 'Cause except for her
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| There’s just nothing to latch on to
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah
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| There’s been but one true love
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| In my baby’s arms, in my baby’s arms
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| In my baby’s arms, in my baby’s arms
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| My baby’s arms, in my baby’s arms
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| Oh yeah, oh yeah, my baby’s arms |