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Palms:

I opened my hands to you
I opened my hands to you
and I showed you my palms
I showed you my soft skin
For what it really was

When I walk myself home
When I walk myself home
I feel your breath
Even though you're already
Long gone

Babies:

Forget the middle being what's played
Gypsies have babies just the same
You know my name, you just do
That don't mean I told it to you

Into my life, water came
With it regret and shame
Down to the banks, frozen and strained
Flushed-faced, cold-handed
Hopped up on cocaine

For many reasons, I left my home
Most of the reasons, I still don't know
I meet my friends in the places I stay
That don't mean I don't know my own way

Into my life, water came
With it regret and shame
Down to the banks was the refrain
Flushed-faced, cold-handed
Hopped up on cocaine

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