Babyhead

You know that I'd cut my hair

If I knew that's what you wanted

A lot of people might get scared

But you still get my engine running

But baby, I couldn't let you know

Because you've still got me hiding

And only you could keep me waiting

While we're just getting older

I'm just getting older

Cuz baby,

My will is a cold-blooded killer

It blasts a hole in my head

And dumps it into the river

This is the edge of breaking down

This kind of high

Really takes you out

It the kind of words I can't really say

It's the kid of person that I can't be

To you, Babyhead! (So keep moving away)

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