| Make it work
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| Make it easy
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| Make it clever, craft it into pieces
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| Make it sweet
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| Crimp the edges
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| Or make it sour and serve with lemon wedges
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| Even doubt
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| Can be delicious
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| And it washes off of all the dirty dishes
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| When it’s done
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| I can smile
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| It’s on someone else’s plate for a while
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| I’ll place it on display
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| And then I’ll slice and serve my worries away
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| I can fix this
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| I can twist it into sugar, butter covered pieces
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| Never mind what’s underneath it
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| I have done it before
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| I’ll bake me a door to help me get through
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| I learned that from you
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| Mama, it’s amazing what baking can do
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| Make it up
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| And surprise them
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| Tell them all my secrets but disguise them
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| So they dance on the tongues
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| Of the very people that they’re secrets from
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| Make it soon
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| Make it better
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| Though, better never lasts forever
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| I’ll make it small so it fits
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| Even this
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| Even now
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| Even as the walls come tumbling down
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| Even as I can’t stop remembering how
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| Every door we ever made, we never once walked out
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| Something I never got the chance to ask her about
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| So with flour on my hands
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| I’ll show them all how
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| Goddamn happy I am
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| Sugar, butter, flour
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| Don’t let me down!
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| Let’s see the next amazing thing baking does now |