| I’ve got the color purple stained into my soul
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| Of the greenery around us, I’ll admit, I’m not so sure
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| What if all the blooming isn’t truly what we know?
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| We’re being fooled so cruelly, or at least I’m not so sure
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| What if all the blooming isn’t truly what we know?
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| We’re being fooled so cruelly, or at least I’m not so sure
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| Oh, this lovely garden once beautiful
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| I’ve seen troubles and little strips of what we adore
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| Oh, this lovely garden once beautiful
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| I’ve seen troubles and little strips of what we adore |