| In bed we laugh, in bed we cry
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| And born in bed, in bed we die
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| As life goes on and time goes by
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| Born in bed, in bed we die
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| Woman becomes a tree of life
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| A cycle once more to begin
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| Through wisdom gained in ages past
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| She is the start and end
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| In bed we laugh, in bed we cry
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| And born in bed, in bed we die
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| As life goes on and time goes by
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| Born in bed, in bed we die
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| Innocent a child is born a being with no past
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| Then in his eyes a fear takes shape
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| A fear I feel will last
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| In bed we laugh, in bed we cry
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| And born in bed, in bed we die
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| As life goes on and time goes by
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| Born in bed, in bed we die
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| In fear of love we fear of life
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| A fear of living life alone
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| When love is found a fear is past
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| And her life becomes your own
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| In bed we laugh, in bed we cry
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| And born in bed, in bed we die
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| As life goes on and time goes by
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| Born in bed, in bed we die
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| In bed we cry, in bed we’re born and die
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| In bed we cry, in bed we’re born and die
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| In bed we cry, in bed we’re born and die
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| In bed we cry, in bed we’re born and die
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| In bed we cry, in bed we’re born and die
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| In bed we cry, in bed we’re born and die |