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Little baby, just go home
There’s toothpaste stains on your cigarette smoke
You’re playing with the big boys now
It’s not a game anymore

He moved all the labels on your maps and rescued you when you got lost
Now he’s your knight in shining armour
Now you’ve got bruises he swears didn’t harm you
Who do you think I am?
Dusting for fingerprints ‘round your stone-cold throat
The only ones there are your own

Little baby can’t go home
There’s bloodstains on your cigarette smoke
The big boys have had their fun
They’ve broken another doll

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