| I did it wrong while my boots were on
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| I planted all
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| I wanted roots and love songs
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| but the dirt was dry
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| and the seeds were strong
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| now they’ve grown wild
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| where they don’t belong
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| I am the garden
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| I have the fruits you wanted
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| I am the garden
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| just danced in open hands
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| and do all the friends and neighbors have to say
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| where every leaf uncurls in the likeness of my face
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| and are you haunted by my leaving of that place
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| hey hey
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| and the now scarecrow of my ghost keeps me away
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| and now I hold nothing much
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| and I have grown my babies up
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| and how I moved I was a great machine
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| and it was true I gave life to every thing
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| I am the garden
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| I have all the fruits you wanted
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| I am the garden
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| just danced in open hands
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| well I wasn’t welcome anymore in the same way
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| you shut me up on the wrong side of the garden gate
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| and I wondered how to scale the fence I made
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| hey hey
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| and I gave up that hope and surrendered to the change
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| I did it wrong though my boots were on
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| I planted all I wanted roots and love songs
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| but the dirt was dry and the seeds were strong
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| now they’ve gone wild where they don’t belong
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| I am
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| I have all
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| I am
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| just danced in open hands
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| just danced in open hands
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| just danced in open hands
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| just danced in open hands |