Starin' out the window
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from an unmade bed
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I got no reason to live
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No reason to be dead
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Those unnamed blues are with me today
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I got no reason to leave
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No reason to stay
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Sun in the night, dark in the day
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In a January thaw, frosted in May
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Searching for salvation
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in a stranger's eyes
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The sooner I sink,
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the sooner I'll rise
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So honey, don't you try to analyze it
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Just tell me why's it that
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Babies are born happy
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though sometimes they've got to cry
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Babies got that sweet contentment
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So why is it that you and I
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Get no relief?
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Got no belief?
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Steal like a thief through our days
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feeling lost and alone
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when baby we were born happy
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Where'd we lose that
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sweet contentment?
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Flyin' to an island
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on a silver plane
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But we just
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can't escape
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the growin' pains
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'Cause the ghost
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and the smoke
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of a nightmare past
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will be chasing us
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down twice as fast
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So honey don't it
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hurt to realize it?
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we can't disguise it
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chorus
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Babies Are Born Happy
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| The Bacon Brothers |
