Sometimes it's better not to know,
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Holding on to something when you should just let go.
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True words, spoken in a dream,
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Swimming to the surface like a last breath, last scream.
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Push, pull, hurry up and stall,
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Would you give a little if you can't give it all?
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Ten years of picking at a seam,
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Trying to wake the kid, messing up my wet dream.
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Hey kid, rock and roll, a bulls eye's hung on your soul.
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I wish I knew a sure simple way to reach you.
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I'd be the king if I could say to you,
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"Cut the baby in two", the baby in two.
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True words spoken in a dream
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Swimming to the surface like a last breath, last scream.
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Sometimes it's better not to know,
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Holding on to nothing when you should just let go.
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Hey kid, rock and roll, a bulls eye's hung on your soul.
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I wish I knew a sure simple way to reach you.
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I'd be the king if I could say to you,
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"Cut the baby in two", the baby in two
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Sometimes this sweet life feels like
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It's never been as bad as it is tomorrow.
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All right, you can cry,
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Living with the price of a world of sorrow.
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I wish I knew a sure simple way to reach you.
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I'd be the king if I could say to you,
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"Cut the baby in two", the baby in two...
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Baby In Two
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Pernice Brothers |