| Come over here, babe
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| It ain’t that bad
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| I don’t claim to understand
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| The troubles that you’ve had
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| But the dogs you say they fed you to Lay their muzzles in your lap
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| And the lions that they led you to Lie down and take a nap
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| The ones you fear are wind and air
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| And I love you without measure
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| It seems we can be happy now
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| Be it better late than never
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| Sweetheart, come
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| Sweetheart, come
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| Sweetheart, come
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| Sweetheart, come to me The burdens that you carry now
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| Are not of your creation
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| So let’s not weep for their evil deeds
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| But for their lack of imagination
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| Today’s the time for courage, babe
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| Tomorrow can be for forgiving
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| And if he touches you again with his stupid hands
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| His life won’t be worth living
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| Sweetheart, come
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| Sweetheart, come
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| Sweetheart, come
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| Sweetheart, come to me |