Baker Baker Scribbled down on Friday, 30 September 2005 19:02:48 PM
Baker Baker baking a cake make me a day make me whole again and I wonder what's in a day what's in your cake this time I guess you heard he's gone to L.A. he says that behind my eyes I'm hiding and he tells me I pushed him away that my heart's been hard to find here there must be something here there must be something here here Baker Baker can you explain if truly his heart was made of icing and I wonder how mine would taste maybe we could change his mind I know you're late for your next parade you came to make sure that I'm not running well I ran from him in all kinds of ways guess it was her turn this time time thought I'd make friends with time thought we'd be flying maybe not this time Baker Baker baking a cake make me a day make me whole again and I wonder if he's ok if you see him say hi

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