| I’m planting myself in the garden
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| Believe me
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| Between the potatoes and parsley
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| Believe me
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| And I’ll wait for the rain to anoint me
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| And the frost to awaken my soul
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| I’m looking for lasting relations
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| With a greenfly, spider or maggot
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| Believe Me
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| They’re telling me something I don’t know
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| Telling me
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| They’re telling me something I think so
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| Telling me
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| But I’ll wait 'til I know there’s a moment
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| To get up from my chair by the sea
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| And I’ll be able to say that I’ve been there
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| Telling me something I don’t know
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| Telling me |