“I'm going out now like a babyA naïve unsatisfiable babyGrabbing onto whatever's aroundFor the soaring high or the crushing downWith hidden cracks that don't show, but that constantly just grow.”

2:45.
Lyrics, Either/Or (1997)

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American singer-songwriter 1969–2003

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