And I'll coming to say goodbye Took inside and maids by buck-bye More than dreams and the bottom come When she would come back, right and well
And if you catch me I'll take your time Ride on home in monday's own Of this coldness in my heart And this whole world riding home
Sweet baby jane, sweet baby jane Sweet baby jane, sweet baby jane
And if you call, I'll come running And if you ask, I will be given And if you need me, I will be there When you rush when the feeling's gone I'll give you hope, I'll give you hate By the burden's own, by the sun but it burns on
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