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I see the flowers in your garden are in bloom. |
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I see the flags are flying high. |
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I hear you've gone and rearranged things in your room. |
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I guess you're trying to cut-off my air supply. |
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I came toward your window, real slowly. |
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I knew deep down I was about to strike oil. |
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I guess by the now the flowers in your garden know me. |
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I felt them trying to get at me through the soil. |
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my bare feet felt the cool, soft dirt, |
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moving up my ankles, but I don't fear you. |
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the thorns began tearing at my shirt, |
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but I didn't even care when they tore clear through. |
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your garden can't hurt me. |
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your flowers don't threaten my life. |
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your garden can't hurt me anymore. |
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your flowers don't threaten my life. |