| Good morning dear,
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| I hope I didn’t wake you too soon
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| Because my mind is growing tired
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| Too much thinking what I should do I picture you out there
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| It must be beautiful this time of year
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| All those east coast leaves
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| Floating round like embers from burning trees
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| Well the weather out here’s just the same
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| But the garden that you planted remains
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| Now it’s only work
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| Each day bleeding into the next
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| Barely scraping by I tire myself out just so I can rest
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| But rest it rarely comes
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| When it does I cannot go home
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| Because it’s much too quiet
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| Seems I’m not suited to being alone
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| Everyone around me has changed
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| But the garden that you planted remains
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| I think about you
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| Maybe more than I should
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| But the smoke is getting old
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| The drugs I’m taking aren’t so good
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| So will you talk to me?
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| Even though you’ve had a late night
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| Because I need a little help
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| Baby, tell me I’ll be alright
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| Cause everthing around me has changed
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| But the garden that you planted remains |