| Baby, baby
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| (We can start a new reality)
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| Where the steaks are low
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| But worth a thousand dreams
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| Oh baby, baby
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| Pick the fruit off the vine
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| Pour the vine
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| Ride a tall white horse
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| Stealin' apple from the grocery store
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| Tell a tall white lie
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| Why not paint the sky with words that satisfy
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| You and I
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| Maybe baby, we’ll remember how to try
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| Would you like to catch the wind
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| And riding a bike by the tail
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| You can bring a picnic lunch
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| Say the word I’m up for a sail now
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| Drink to the mothers
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| The father and the mothers
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| Come get a taste
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| Baby, baby
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| (We can start a new reality)
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| Where the prices high
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| The moon and sun and stars
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| Oh baby, baby
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| We’ll remember how to try
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| Life will be a lullaby
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| Let’s free the butterfly
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| Come and try
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| Ride a tall white horse
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| Stealin' apple from the grocery store
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| Tell a tall white lie
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| Why not paint the sky with words that satisfy
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| You and I
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| Maybe baby
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| Drink to the lovers
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| The father and the mothers
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| Come get a taste
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| Drink to the lovers
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| Then the father of the brothers
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| Drink to the lovers
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| Then the father of the brothers
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| Drink to the brothers then the sons
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| Of the lovers |