| Water, water on the seeds
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| To my left they rose and leaf
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| To my right cross seven seas
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| Mmmm…
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| Maybe, maybe they’ll stay true
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| My seeds will cross and then take root
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| And leave you to an empty room
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| Lonely lonely, that is you
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| Lonely lonely, that is you
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| Paper, paper obsolete
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| How will you reach out to me
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| I thought you’d ask me not to leave
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| Lonely lonely, that is me
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| Lonely lonely, that is me
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| Distance makes the heart grow weak
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| So bad the mouth can barely speak
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| Except to those who hide their needs
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| And I have read the golden seal
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| That tells of how the seedlings feel
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| Reminds my heart what love can yield
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| By my only things are clear
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| Baby boy, I’m staying here
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| Lonely lonely, that was you
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| Lonely and so untrue |