We die in proportion
To the words that we fling around
Make me your king baby
Make me your clown
Talk to me baby
Tell me the thing that I want to hear
Talk to me now
And make the whole world disappear
Talk to me baby
Talk to me baby
Talk to me now
Poetry is a dead end
Don't try to give it a rhyme
Or even a reason
Just please, please be mine
Talk to me baby
Talk to me baby
Talk to me now
This world will take everything from us
Forbid us everything
Talk me through all this sadness
Living bring
To the words that we fling around
Make me your king baby
Make me your clown
Talk to me baby
Tell me the thing that I want to hear
Talk to me now
And make the whole world disappear
Talk to me baby
Talk to me baby
Talk to me now
Poetry is a dead end
Don't try to give it a rhyme
Or even a reason
Just please, please be mine
Talk to me baby
Talk to me baby
Talk to me now
This world will take everything from us
Forbid us everything
Talk me through all this sadness
Living bring
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