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She tripped on a hole |
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That I'd dug in the soil |
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To be part of a human garden |
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I couldn't stand |
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In the straight postured sun |
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But you stood in the mud |
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Which came unsoiled, when I came along |
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When I came along, when I came along |
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So you never stopped needin' |
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You never stopped needin' |
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A close look at somethin' so close |
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(Too much of not enough) |
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A close look at somethin' so close |
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(Too much of not enough) |
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When all we need is just a taste |
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I strap myself in |
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For a safe saccharide |
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Before it started I tried |
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To be anything I saw fit |
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And it all seemed to fit |
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But you came undone, when I came along |
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When I came along, when I came along |
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So you never stopped needin' |
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You never stopped needin' |
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A close look at somethin' so close |
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(Too much of not enough) |
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A close look at somethin' so close |
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(Too much of not enough) |
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All we need is just a taste |
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Blind white lies and shallow truth |
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Broken strings and stolen youth |
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I've seen too much of not enough |
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You came much closer than they had before |
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(Too much of not enough) |
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You came much closer than they had before |
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(Too much of not enough) |
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You came much closer than they had before |
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You never stopped needin' |
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You never stopped needin |
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You never stopped needin' |
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And it's good for nothin' |
