I'm gonna need a mop.
To mop up the tears you've dropped.
Bay-bee.
Bay-bee.
I hope no more you've got.
Those worries you should stop.
Bay-bee.
Bay-bee.
Let's go for a walk outside.
And leave behind.
What you hear to believe it.
What you hear to believe it real.
Look around and see the frowns.
Not a smiling face is found.
People have chosen to accept.
TV news and internet threats.
But baybee why you feed on it.
When you say you're sick of it.
Help me to understand this.
Who has your mind at their command.
I'm gonna need a mop.
To mop up the tears you've dropped.
Bay-bee.
Bay-bee.
Let's go for a walk outside.
And leave that mess behind.
Bay-bee.
Bay-bee.
What you hear to believe it.
What you hear to believe it real.
Don't own it.
Don't own it.
It will make you moan and groan.
What you hear to believe it.
What you hear to believe it real.
Don't own it.
Don't own it.
It will make you moan and groan.
Don't own it.
Don't own it.
Leave it where it is alone.
What you hear to believe it.
What you hear to believe it, leave it.
What you hear to believe it.
What you hear to believe,
Leave alone.
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