| He’s a late bloomer, he, knows just what he could be
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| But he’s, taking his time
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| He’s a late bloomer, he, lives in the in-between
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| But he’s, getting it right
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| Like the slowest growing flower
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| He’s the center to your hour
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| And he’s, taking his time (Ooo)
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| Late bloomers still rise
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| She’s a late bloomer, she, knows just what she could be
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| But she’s, taking it time
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| First she started a seed, then she precede, to cut the weeds
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| But she’s, facing the sky
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| Like the slowest growing flower
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| She’s the center to your hour
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| And he’s, taking in time (Ooo)
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| Late bloomers still rise
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| Like the slowest growing flower
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| She’s the center to your hour
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| And she’s, taking in time yeah (Ooo)
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| Late bloomers still rise
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| Ooo, oo
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| 'Cause late bloomers still rise (Ooo)
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| Ooo, oo (x2) |