| Raindrops dripping down on my bare feet
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| Two hearts beating, beating, indeed
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| I can see the little scar right on your chest
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| You put your shirt on, shirt on, crack your neck
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| You are beautifully broken
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| A lovable mistake
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| Your inked skin tastes like dust but
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| You’re my oxygen
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| You planted flowers in my lungs
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| And settled roots in my inner trunk
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| You made my heart blooming, boy
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| As well as my mind
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| You’ve made a garden, garden of mine
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| Ooh
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| Ooh
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| It’s hard to walk with vines around my feet
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| The buds on my lashes, lashes, make it hard to see
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| You leave me in the morning you awoke
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| A crooked backbone, backbone, making its way home
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| You are a beautiful disaster
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| A lovable mistake
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| But you made my thoughts grow, darling
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| Became my oxygen
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| You planted flowers in my lungs
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| And settled roots in my inner trunk
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| You made my heart blooming, boy
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| As well as my mind
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| You’ve made a garden, garden of mine
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| (Garden of mine)
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| Whoa, whoa, whoa
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| Whoa, whoa, whoa
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| Whoa, whoa, whoa
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| Whoa, whoa, whoa |