| It’s such a strange vine
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| Wrapped around my neck
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| All twisted up between my stem
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| Between my stem
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| I’m tripping and falling over
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| Things we just couldn’t get over
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| I tried my best
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| Get it off my chest
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| Songs we never wrote
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| Seeds they wouldn’t sow
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| We’re taken it all to the end
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| And we’re planting our own garden
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| The sun came while you were shining
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| The time flew while we were writing
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| Symphony in the key of D
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| Songs that had lost their luster
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| Finally they found their color
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| Oh
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| Songs we never wrote
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| Seeds they wouldn’t sow
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| We’re taking it all to the end
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| And we’re planting our own garden
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| We made jokes about starting a new band
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| Six years working this whole plan
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| Maybe I’ll make a home
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| With you
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| It’s been a straight life and it’s preacher living
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| These break lights city limits
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| I can’t afford the truth
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| We are two indians in the same canoe
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| Maybe I’ll just start something new
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| We’re taking it all to the end
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| And we’re planting our own garden
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| We’re taking it all to the end
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| We’re planting our own garden
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| We’re planting our own garden
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| Planting our own garden |