| In my secret garden, I’m looking for the perfect flower
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| Waiting for my finest hour
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| In my secret garden, I still believe after all
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| I still believe and I fall
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| You plant the seed and I’ll watch it grow
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| I wonder when I’ll start to show
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| I wonder if I’ll ever know
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| Where my place is
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| Where my face is
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| I know it’s in here somewhere
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| I just wish I knew the color of my hair
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| I know the answer’s hiding somewhere
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| In my secret garden, there’s
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| A petal that isn’t torn
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| A heart that will not harden
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| A place that I can be born
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| In my secret garden
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| A rose without a thorn
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| A lover without scorn
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| If I wait for the rain to kiss me and undress me
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| Will I look like a fool, wet and a mess
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| Will I still be thirsty
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| Will I pass the test
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| And if I look for the rainbow, will I see it
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| Or will it pass right by
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| 'Cause I’m not supposed to see
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| 'Cause the blind are never free
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| Even at my secret garden
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| There’s a chance that I could harden
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| That’s why I’ll keep on looking, for
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| A petal that isn’t torn
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| A heart that will not harden
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| A place that I can be born
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| In my secret garden
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| A rose without a thorn
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| A lover without scorn
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| I still believe, I still believe
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| 'Cause after all is said and done
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| I’m still alive
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| And the boots have come and trampled on me
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| And I’m still alive
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| 'Cause the sun has kissed me
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| nd caressed me
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| And I’m strong, and there’s a chance
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| That I will grow, this I know
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| So I’m still looking for
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| Somewhere in fountain blue
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| Lies my secret garden |