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Now Baby
Now baby
The word is on the street
But it doesn’t feel so good
Now baby
You say what everyone is saying
But we must comprehend
Now maybe
You could look me in the eye
You say you’re misunderstood
Now maybe
Those baby blues won’t hide the truth
I see she’s more than a friend
Today they look at you, they look at me and wonder
If it’s a reflection of what they don’t see
Now someday I might understand
But it’s not in the greater plan
Now that you’re on the other side
I can’t see all the colors like you do
I never found a pot of gold, unlike you
You say
Only in a lullaby where lemon drops are way above the sky
Now I walk alone
Just walk on
Now baby
I guess there’s nothing left say
But that's okay
Now baby
I can’t compete with something I never had
But I guess I’m to blame
Now maybe
Your desire for beauty
Is beyond the shade of gray
Now baby
You say when her passion came
Your life hasn’t been the same
Now that your're on the other side
(Instrumental)
I can’t see all the colors like you do
I never found a pot of gold, unlike you
You say
Only in a lullaby where lemon drops are way above the sky
Now I walk alone
Just walk on
Just walk on and on and on
Yeah walk on
The word is on the street
But it doesn’t feel so good
Now baby
You say what everyone is saying
But we must comprehend
Now maybe
You could look me in the eye
You say you’re misunderstood
Now maybe
Those baby blues won’t hide the truth
I see she’s more than a friend
Today they look at you, they look at me and wonder
If it’s a reflection of what they don’t see
Now someday I might understand
But it’s not in the greater plan
Now that you’re on the other side
I can’t see all the colors like you do
I never found a pot of gold, unlike you
You say
Only in a lullaby where lemon drops are way above the sky
Now I walk alone
Just walk on
Now baby
I guess there’s nothing left say
But that's okay
Now baby
I can’t compete with something I never had
But I guess I’m to blame
Now maybe
Your desire for beauty
Is beyond the shade of gray
Now baby
You say when her passion came
Your life hasn’t been the same
Now that your're on the other side
(Instrumental)
I can’t see all the colors like you do
I never found a pot of gold, unlike you
You say
Only in a lullaby where lemon drops are way above the sky
Now I walk alone
Just walk on
Just walk on and on and on
Yeah walk on
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