"What's wrong, baby,
don't they treat you like they should?
Give me something to believe in,
A breath from the breathing
So write it down, I don't think that I'll close my eyes
'Cause lately I'm not dreaming
So what's the point in sleeping?
It's just that at night,
I've got nowhere to hide
So I write you a lullaby
A lullaby."
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