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With dying proportion
To the words that we fling around
Make me your king, baby
Make me your clown
Talk to me, baby
Tell me all the thing that I wanna hear
Talk to me now
And make the whole world disappear
Talk to me, baby
Talk to me, baby
Talk to me now
(Talk to me)
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
(Talk to me)
This world will take everything from us
Forbid us everything
(Talk to me, baby)
Talk me through all the sadness
Live and bring
And I'm gonna give you
Every living thing that you want
Tell me you like it
I'm gonna live in your sweet language
Not in no country or place
(Talk to me, baby)
When you talk that talk to me, baby
I'm in the state of grace
Beautiful people
They look a lot like me and you
Just you and me, baby
Tell me all the things that we gonna do
Baby, talk to me now
Talk to me, baby
Talk to me now
Baby, talk to me now
Talk to me, baby
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