| Ooh, in a darkroom
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| The lord, God looking for you
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| Ooh, in a darkroom
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| Looking for you
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| Ooh, in a darkroom
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| Ooh, looking for you
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| Ooh, in a darkroom
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| Ooh, ooh
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| Two kids, one twin-sized bed
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| Each with a hundred thousand ideals in hand
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| She’s still a girl, but boy, he’s a man
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| Is that right?
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| So he says
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| And how their caution fell through
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| With all her nineteen years couldn’t explain
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| But she’s picking out a book on names
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| And that’s you
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| We gotta do this
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| (I can’t do it)
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| Gotta face it
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| (Just leave it)
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| I couldn’t bear it—
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| (With a family)
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| No parents, oh
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| (I'm not ready, oh)
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| Oh
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| I’m not ready, oh
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| Leave the womb to grow up, bloom
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| In a darkroom
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| With the lord, God looking for you
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| No youth in a darkroom
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| Heaven and earth looking for you
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| Ooh, in a darkroom
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| Mmm
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| Payin' off those lovers' mistake
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| It’s shown by what’s not in your name
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| And you look just like that Romeo
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| Enveloped, you develop through the pain
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| Though you try
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| To track down your legacy of shame
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| Lord knows they wouldn’t do the same…
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| Leave their only flesh and blood to die
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| Leave the womb to grow up, bloom
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| In a darkroom
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| With the lord, God looking for you
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| No youth in a darkroom
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| Heaven and earth looking for you
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| Mmm in a darkroom
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| The lord, God looking for you
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| Ooh in a darkroom
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| Slowly bloom stuck on a loop
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| You slowly bloom stuck on a loop
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| You slowly bloom stuck on a loop
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| You slowly bloom stuck on a loop
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| Ah, stuck on a loop |