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Backyard Babies Be Myself And I

yard And we, be seein the cites standin under the lights And the spot is hot it's cold and lonely at nights And I'm feenin and I'm dreamin and I'm holdin

part On a holiday, a permanent vacation I'm living on a cigarette with wine I'm never alone 'cause I've got myself Yes, I imitate myself all of the time

here every day We can be here whenever we play And the knife is near at hand I cut myself to see who I am Reach inside, but I still can't touch The policeman

away Wait a minute, stop and listen - cause I-iiiiiiiigh, need to know, baby Was the lovin good last night? - Ba-BAAAAY, I gotta I gotta I gotta have

they say can be good And I'm partial to it myself, well I must confess Nobody knows the meaning of loneliness Well there's Sartre and Camus, Nietzsche and

yard And we, be seein the cites standin under the lights And the spot is hot it's cold and lonely at nights And I'm feenin and I'm dreamin and I'm holdin