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>In a river the colour of lead
>Immerse a baby's head
>Wrap her up in the News Of The World
>Dump her on a doorstep, girl
>This night has opened my eyes
>And I will never sleep again
>You kicked and cried like a bullied child
>A grown man of twenty-five
>He said he'd cure your ills
>But he didn't and he never will
>So, save your life
>Because you've only got one
>The dream has gone
>But the baby is real
>Oh you did a good thing
>She could have been a poet
>Or, she could have been a fool
>Oh you did a bad thing
>And I'm not happy
>And I'm not sad
>A shoeless child on a swing
>Reminds you of your own again
>She took away your troubles
>Oh but then again she left pain
>So please save your life
>Because you've only got one
>The dream has gone
>But the baby is real
>Oh you did a good thing
>She could have been a poet
>Or, she could have been a fool
>Oh you did a bad thing
>And I'm not happy
>And I'm not sad