| Baker, baker baking a cake
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| Make me a day, make me whole again
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| And I wonder what’s in a day
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| What’s in your cake this time?
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| I guess you heard he’s gone to LA
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| He says that behind my eyes I’m hiding
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| And he tells me I pushed him away
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| That my heart’s been hard to find
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| Here, there must be something here
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| There must be something here, here
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| Baker, baker can you explain
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| If truly his heart was made of icing
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| And I wonder how mine could taste
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| Maybe we could change his mind
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| I know you’re late for your next parade
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| You came to make sure that I’m not running
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| Well I ran from him in all kinds of ways
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| Guess it was his turn this time
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| Time, thought I’d made friends with time
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| Thought we’d be flying, maybe not this time
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| Baker, baker baking a cake
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| Make me a day, make me whole again
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| And I wonder if he’s okay
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| If you see him say, «Hi» |