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Oh little one I know you've been tired for a long, long timeAnd oh little one I ain't been around for a little whileBut when you see me, wait Oh little one your Hemingway jawline looks just like hisOur father in exile For God only knows how many yearsBut when you see him, waitThrough double painI'll be with you lost boysSneaking out where the shivers won't find youOh little one I'd tell you good news that I don't believeIf it would help you sleepStrange mercyIf I ever meet the dirty policeman who roughed you upNo I, I don't know whatIf I ever meet the dirty policeman who roughed you upI'll be with you lost boysSneaking out where the shivers won't find you From Letras Mania