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Baby brother don't you know? |
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I'm cross when you come, |
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I'm cursed when you go. |
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I won't waste my time, let the worst get in line. |
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I fruitlessly labor for show. |
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As time passes distance grows. |
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My son is so late. |
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Mother trust I will bring you a face, |
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even on the wrong days, |
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you know I could dream to lay, |
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next to that body, |
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I've yet to make. |
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This is what it is to be. |
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Call it joy in youth, |
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don't dare call it free. |
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He won't come, he won't crawl. |
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He won't answer at all. |
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I fruitlessly labor for show. |
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As time passes distance grows |
