| She tripped on a hole that I’d dug in the soil
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| To be part of a human garden and I couldn’t
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| Stand in the straight postured sun
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| But you stood in the mud which came unsoiled
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| When I came along
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| You see it’s good for nothing, good for nothing
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| A close look at something
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| So close
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| It’s too much of not enough
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| When all we need is just a taste
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| I strapped myself in for a safe saccharide
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| Before it started I tried to be anything I saw fit
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| And it all seemed to fit but you came undone
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| When I came along
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| Blind white lies and shallow truth
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| Broken strings and stolen youth
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| I’ve seen too much of not enough but |