You come from far away
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With pictures in your eyes
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Of coffeeshops and morning streets
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In the blue and silent sunrise
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But night is the cathedral
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Where we recognized the sign
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We strangers know each other now
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As part of the whole design
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Oh, hold me like a baby
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That will not fall asleep
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Curl me up inside you
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And let me hear you through the heat
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You are the jester of this courtyard
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With a smile like a girl's
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Distracted by the women
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With the dimples and the curls
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By the pretty and the mischievous
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By the timid and the blessed
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By the blowing skirts of ladies
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Who promise to gather you to their breast
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Oh, hold me like a baby...
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You have hands of raining water
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And that earring in your ear
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The wisdom on your face
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Denies the number of your years
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With the fingers of the potter
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And the laughing tale of the fool
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The arranger of disorder
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With your strange and simple rules
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Yes now I've met me another spinner
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Of strange and gauzy threads
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With a long and slender body
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And a bump upon the head
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Oh, hold me like a baby...
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With a long and slender body
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And the sweetest softest hands
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And we'll blow away forever soon
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And go on to different lands
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And please do not ever look for me
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But with me you will stay
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And you will hear yourself in song
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Blowing by one day
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Oh, hold me like a baby...
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Gypsy
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Suzanne Vega |