| She holds a rose
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| The way the world would hold a diamond
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| Knows that everyone has thorns
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| She walks through art museums
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| Loves colors of the paintings
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| While the rest of us scroll through our phones
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| In a world that kills for fame
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| She is content to feel the rain
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| Maybe I’ve been living upside down
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| I didn’t know I was a desert
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| Til she put her hands on my earth
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| Now she tends to the gardens of my heart
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| Loves the weeds I was too afraid to nurse
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| She sips green tea
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| And loves to talk about the apocalypse
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| Like it’s a film she can’t wait to see
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| She’s patient with her plants
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| And know the best seeds take time
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| In a world that wants instant everything
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| In a world that seems to scream
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| She whispers love to everything
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| Maybe all I’ve treasured was just trash
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| I didn’t know I was a desert
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| Til she put her hands on my earth
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| Now she tends to the gardens of my heart
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| Loves the weeds I was too afraid to nurse
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| She is the gardener of my heart
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| She is the gardener of my heart
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| She lives her days the way a sage would spend a lifetime
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| Looking in towards everything
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| She knows this life is just a dew drop on a pedal
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| Burning in the morning sun
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| In a world that keeps it’s truth locked
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| She knows that wisdom moves in paradox
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| Maybe my life’s about to begin
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| I didn’t know I was a desert
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| Til she put her hands on my earth
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| Now she tends to the gardens of my heart
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| Loves the weeds I was too afraid to nurse
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| She is the gardener of my heart
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| She is the gardener of my heart
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| I am in bloom
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| I am in bloom
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| I am in bloom with you |