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RUFUS WAINWRIGHT >> Merchandise Links
RUFUS WAINWRIGHT
Nothing so bright, nothing so smooth, nothing so pure As my baby All of my life days into night, all I did dream Was my baby Until the days darkness entwined with silver eyes Was my baby staring at me And since then I can't see straight And since then my smile's been fake Funny I know the troubles I've seen But through one eye only that's clean If you bring along your needles Then I'll bring my sharpened pencils And draw one more comic tragedy My baby So call up the child players From madam we'll rent the parlor And dance to death till I can't see My baby
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