There's been but one true love
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In my baby's arms, in my baby's arms
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And I got the hands to hold on to them
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I get sick of just about everyone
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And I hide in my baby's arms
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Hide in my baby's arms
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'Cause except for her you know
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As I've implied
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I would never, ever, ever be alone
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'Cause it's all in my baby's hands
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Shining, shining secret stones
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In my baby's hands, in my baby's hands
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I get sick of just about everyone
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And I hide in my baby's arms
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Treat myself just like a town fellowmen
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I hide in my baby's hands
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Hide in my baby's hand
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'Cause except for her
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There's just nothing to latch on to
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Yeah, yeah, yeah
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There's been but one true love
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In my baby's arms, in my baby's arms
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In my baby's arms, in my baby's arms
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My baby's arms, in my baby's arms
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Oh yeah, oh yeah, my baby's arms
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Baby's Arms
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| Kurt Vile |
