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And with what shall I fix? The hole in the bucket, dear Liza Where the honeyed diamonds of the light leaving your eyes were? Shall I cancel the play? What, three showings a day? It was shitty, we couldn’t stay longer Beneath the bridge we kissed I was busy eating mama's wrist before that I walked into the room and was made sick by the room I painted a painting known as "A Girl And Her Broom" Its figures all lit up Nagasaki, At Night, At War With The Devil It ain’t easy being a baby like you It ain’t easy being a baby like me It ain’t easy being a baby like you It ain’t easy being a baby like me Duh-duh-duh-duh, duh-duh-duh-duh-duh Duh-duh-duh-duh, duh-duh-duh-duh-duh Duh-duh-duh-duh, duh-duh-duh-duh-duh Duh-duh-duh-duh, duh-duh-duh-duh-duh From Letras Mania