| I wanna go up to you and say:
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| «I love you, I love you, I love you»
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| The room smells of sandalwood and cold cups of coffee
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| Did you mean the words you said?
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| Try to be so good, but wilt like a poppy
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| The seeds fall from my head
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| And oh, yes, I see, the grass begins to eat itself
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| And oh, yes, I see, the grass begins to eat itself
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| And oh, yes, I see, the grass begins to eat itself
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| And oh, yes, I see, the grass begins to eat itself
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| My God, come and help me dig the sand for an oyster
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| What’s the point without a pearl?
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| Earth became so big, I thought the new sky would
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| Surely swallow up my girl
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| And oh, yes, I see, the grass begins to eat itself
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| And oh, yes, I see, the grass begins to eat itself
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| And oh, yes, I see, the grass begins to eat itself
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| And oh, yes, I see, the grass begins to eat itself
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| And oh, yes, I see, the grass begins to eat itself
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| There’s no need to criticise I’ve already checked myself
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| And oh, yes, I see, the grass begins to eat itself
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| There´s no need to criticise I’ve already checked myself
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| (Spoken)
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| Oh darling, what do you do with the truth?
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| Mozart wrote his first symphony when he was 8 years old
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| The coral reefs are blanched white and crumbling away
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| The starlings still soar in murmurations above Albert Bridge
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| And I am with them. |
| I need to call my parents more and form the words «I love you». |
| The thunderstorm in Woodstock still colors my dreams,
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| washing lines are strung like bunting in the alleyways of Greek islands,
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| neon light is burning into our retinas. |
| Maybe one day you’ll believe that you
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| are golden, maybe one day I´ll write a novel and be satisfied, maybe one day
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| we´ll get to where we´re going, and fruit will hang heavy on the vine
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| And oh, yes, I see, the grass begins to eat itself
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| There’s no need to criticise I’ve already checked myself
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| And oh, yes, I see, the grass begins to eat itself
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| There´s no need to criticise I’ve already checked myself
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| And oh, yes, I see, the grass begins to eat itself
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| There’s no need to criticise I’ve already checked myself
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| And oh, yes, I see, the grass begins to eat itself
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| There´s no need to criticise I’ve already checked myself |