Baby don't go, you got the wrong idea
Baby don't say there's people out there laughing
Baby that way it's gonna take me years
You're blowing hot and cold
I want you heart and soul
A critique of pure reason won't give me what you stole
Some day I think that nothing outside matters
Some day you blink, and you miss a thousand years
Some day I pray, fawning dumbly to my betters
Some day you stay till the audience appears
You're blowing hot and cold
I want you heart and soul
A critique of pure reason won't give me what you stole
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