In a river the colour of lead
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immerse a baby's head
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wrap her up in the News Of The World
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dump her on a doorstep, girl
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this night has opened my eyes
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and I will never sleep again
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You kicked and cried like a bullied child
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a grown man of twenty-five
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he said he'd cure your ills
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but he didn't and he never will
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so, save your life
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because you've only got one
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The dream is gone
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but the baby is real
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oh you did a good thing
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she could have been a poet
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or, she could have been a fool
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oh you did a bad thing
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and I'm not happy
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and I'm not sad
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A shoeless child on a swing
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reminds you of your own again
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she took away your troubles
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oh but then again she left pain
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so please save your life
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because you've only got one
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The dream is gone
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but the baby is real
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oh you did a good thing
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she could have been a poet
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or, she could have been a fool
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oh you did a bad thing
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and I'm not happy
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and I'm not sad
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This Night Has Opened My Eyes
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The Smiths |