| When I speak to the flowers in my backyard
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| When I speak to the flowers in my backyard
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| When I speak to the flowers in my backyard
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| They tell me to leave you, leave you behind
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| They tell me to leave you, just get you out of my mind
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| They tell me to leave you, just leave you behind
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| Oh, forget all the good times that are making me blind
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| I know you run around and you’ll never settle down
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| And I should quit while I’m still on top
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| But when you hold me, baby, in your lovin' arms
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| I could love you forever, baby, but
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| When I speak to the flowers in my backyard
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| When I speak to the flowers in my backyard
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| When I speak to the flowers in my backyard
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| They tell me to leave you, leave you behind
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| They tell me to leave you, just get you out of my mind
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| They tell me to leave you, just leave you behind
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| Oh, forget all the good times that are making me blind
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| That are making me blind |