| Baby’s got a problem I don’t know how to deal with it
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| Baby’s got a problem I don’t know how to deal
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| 'Cause you are, all mine
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| But baby’s got a problem I don’t know how to deal, with it
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| She never told you she loves you
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| Now you’re stuck in the fire of the woods
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| He never told you he loves you
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| And you pick up all that you could
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| Why do you act like it doesn’t matter?
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| Why does it always end in a feud?
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| And I’m just trying to pick up the patterns
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| I’d fit in your skin if I could, if I could, if I could, 'cause
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| 'Cause I’m just trying to pick up the patterns
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| I’d fit in your skin if I could, if I could
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| Baby’s got a problem I don’t know how to deal with it
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| Baby’s got a problem I don’t know how to deal
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| 'Cause you are, all mine
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| But baby’s got a problem I don’t know how to deal, with it
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| When I tell you «I love you»
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| I know it doesn’t make it all good
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| But when I tell you «I love you»
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| You should know how I wish that it would
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| I’d go back and give you all that you needed
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| Corners that I can’t get to
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| And I’m just trying to pick up the pieces
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| I’d change them for you, if I could, if I could, if I could 'cause
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| (You got me caving hard in my open arms)
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| And I’m just trying to pick up the patterns
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| (You got me caving hard in my open arms)
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| And I’m just trying to pick up the patterns
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| I’d fit in your skin if I could
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| Yeah I’m just trying to pick up the patterns
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| (You got me caving hard in my open arms)
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| I’m just trying to pick up the patterns
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| Baby’s got a problem I don’t know how to deal with it
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| Baby’s got a problem I don’t know how to deal
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| 'Cause you are, all mine
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| But baby’s got a problem I don’t know how to deal, with it |