| Baby’s close
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| Baby knows how to confide in me
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| Something I don’t know myself,
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| But I will tell him when the fire is
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| So he can run
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| For there’s nothing left here for us.
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| But it’s all in my head.
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| And in bad and stone cold weather
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| My love, I’ll shoot for my escape
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| No fear, I’ll piece you together
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| with thick and black ductape
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| Oh, with thick and black ductape
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| You’re from New Orleans,
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| And I’m from here but
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| I don’t know what that means.
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| But I’m begging you My Dear
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| And I’ll stay strong.
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| So have no fear now, Honey
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| I’ll lay low for a while
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| And the day when you least
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| Expect it, I’ll appear
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| But it’s all in my head
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| And I’m in bad and stone cold weather
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| My Love, I’ll shoot for my escape.
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| No fear, I’ll piece you together
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| With thick and black ductape
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| Oh, with thick and black ductape
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| And now when seperstion and the sky
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| gives me the goodbye I need
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| I’ll fly away. |