| Wild roses on a bed of leaves
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| In the month of May
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| I think I wrote my own pain
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| Oh don't you
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| Down by the creek I couldn't sleep
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| So I followed a feeling
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| Sounds like the vines they are breathing
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| And I've seen the way the seasons change
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| When I just give it time
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| But I feel out of my mind
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| All the time
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| In the night I am wild-eyed
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| And you got me now
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| Oh roses they don't mean a thing
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| You don't understand
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| But why don't we full on pretend
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| Oh won't you
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| Before I closed my eyes I saw a moth in the sky
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| And I wish I could fly that high
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| Oh don't you
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| A serpent on a bed of leaves
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| In the month of May
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| What do you want me to say
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| That you keep me still
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| When all I feel is an aimless direction
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| When I think I'm losing connection
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| I see you
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| In the night I am wild-eyed
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| And you got me now
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| Dim the lights, we are wild-eyed
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| And you got me now
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| Oh roses they don't mean a thing
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| You don't understand
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| But why don't we full on pretend
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| Oh won't you
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| Before I closed my eyes I saw a moth in the sky
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| And I wish I could fly that high
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| Oh don't you
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| Oh don't you
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| Oh don't you
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| In the night we are wild-eyed
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| And you got me now
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| Dim the lights, we are wild-eyed
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| And you got me now
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| In the night I am wild-eyed
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| And you got me now |