| Sometimes my baby goes away
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| In the blink of an eye on an ordinary day
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| I’m right there beside her but all at a loss
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| No way to reach her, no way to get across
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| Was it something I did? |
| Was it something I said?
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| She lies on the bed with her face to the wall
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| Oh, it’s breaking my heart and it’s doing my head
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| To see her tumble and fall
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| Sometimes my baby takes a little trip
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| She gives me no warning, just gives me the slip
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| I hold her and kiss her and whisper her name
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| But she’s somewhere else, I’m right out of the frame
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| Oh, it’s nothing I’ve done and it’s nothing I’ve said
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| Nothing to do with my loving at all
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| I wish I could take out the knives in her head
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| Like a stone in a pond she falls
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| I listen all night to the sound of the sea
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| The tide inches out and the tide inches in
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| I follow the moon sinking down through the trees
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| Until she rises again |