| Could have filled a garden
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| With all the flowers that you gave me
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| But none of them were ours
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| You know the problem with history
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| It keeps coming back like weed
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| And when nothing feels enough
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| At least you taught me how to love,
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| How to love, love
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| But he keeps growing back
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| Like weeds
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| Baby, just open your eyes to see
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| He’s growing from inside me
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| And I just don’t know what I can do
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| I thought I cut him at the root
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| Like weeds
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| Like weeds
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| Like weeds
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| Yeah, yeah
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| I miss all of my exes
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| They’re the only ones that know me
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| And God knows that sex is
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| A way to feel a bit, a little bit less lonely
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| Yeah, I tried to keep it covered up
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| Yeah, I thought I cut him at the root
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| But now I think my time is up
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| 'Cause he keeps growing back
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| Like weeds
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| Baby, just open your eyes to see
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| He’s growing from inside me
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| And I just don’t know what I can do
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| I thought I cut him at the root
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| Like weeds
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| Like weeds
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| Like weeds
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| Yeah, yeah
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| Like weeds
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| Like weeds
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| Like weeds
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| Yeah, yeah
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| Baby, baby, baby, baby
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| Like weeds
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| Like weeds
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| Like weeds
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| Yeah, yeah
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| Yeah-eah eh, yeah-eah eh
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| Eh-eh-eh, eh-eh-eh
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| Yeah-eah eh, yeah-eah eh
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| Eh-eh-eh, eh-eh-eh (eh-eh-eh)
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| Baby, baby, baby, baby |