| Only the very young and the very beautiful can be so aloof
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| Hanging out with the boys, all swagger and poise
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| I don’t even care what other people are there
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| I just stare and stare and stare
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| I see your shadow in the swimming pool
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| I see your face in the shaving mirror
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| Time and time and time again
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| I follow your footsteps so quietly up the backstairs
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| And I hope and I pray you ain’t never going to find me there
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| Smooth skin and tenderness long ago on a dark night
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| Wish I could see you once again just to remember it was true
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| I wanna be still beside you, quiet and still beside you
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| Listening to your breathing and feeling your warmth again
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| War Baby — you were a
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| War Baby — this means
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| War Baby — I’m scared, so scared
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| Of whatever it is you keep putting me through
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| I don’t think I could stand another ten years of this fighting
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| All this stabbing and wounding, only getting my own back
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| I don’t wanna batter you to your feet and knees and elbows
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| When I’m kneeling by the candle at the foot of my own bed
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| Corresponding disasters every night on the TV |
| Sickening reality keep gripping me in its guts
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| All my friends talk and joke and laugh about Armageddon
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| But like a nightmare it’s still waiting there
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| At the end of each and every day
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| War Baby — you were a
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| War Baby — this means
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| War Baby — I’m scared, so scared
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| Whatever it is you keep putting me through
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| I don’t think I could stand another ten years of this fighting
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| All this stabbing and wounding, only getting my own back
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| But later that same evening we were out in the car talking
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| I suddenly wondered who the hell it was we were trying to fool
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| 'Cause you were the first one I ever wanted
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| And it’s you I come home to at the end of every day
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| Like a mother-sucking baby, demanding and so helpless
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| A little old balding man, all wrinkles and bulging eyes
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| War Baby
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| War Baby — this means
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| War Baby — I’m scared, so scared
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| Whatever it is you keep putting me through
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| You were a War Baby
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| Talking 'bout the Third World War, baby
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| War Baby — so scared |