Baby whispers to her mother:
If I sleep forver, who will make me,
Who will make me sorry for being detected.
I'm sorry for being detoured.
I'm sorry about being accepted.
I'm sorry about being ignored.
Now.
If I sleep forver, who will make me,
Who will make me sorry for being detected.
I'm sorry for being detoured.
I'm sorry about being accepted.
I'm sorry about being ignored.
Now.
Lyrics submitted by bitterbrian
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