| Was I too much or too tough for thinking that everything I did was simply not
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| enough?
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| Was I supposed to tell you that I’m wrong?
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| Or there’s certain things that you should’ve known?
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| Doesn’t winter turn to spring?
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| Don’t you see colors changing things?
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| You say I say too much (Ooh)
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| You say my leaves ain’t green enough (Ooh)
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| You say you can’t take that I’ve changed (Ooh)
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| Weren’t you supposed to do the same?
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| Was I different or missing the faces that drew you to me?
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| Too naive for such things, make believe I don’t see
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| How long can I be so green?
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| No forest, just trees
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| Floating that free
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| You say I say too much (Ooh)
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| You say my leaves ain’t green enough (Ooh)
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| You say you can’t take that I’ve changed
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| Weren’t you supposed to do the same? |
| (Ooh, ooh)
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| I’m not some island
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| You didn’t discover me, you know
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| Weren’t I on purpose? |
| Weren’t I?
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| Wasn’t I waterfall for desert mouth?
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| Wasn’t I Plymouth Rock?
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| All of the sudden I’m too hard for you
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| I’ve suddenly become arithmetic
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| Too much magic and math to watch for too long
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| Do I bore you with tired eyes?
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| Am I grass growing too slow for you?
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| How did I manage to become such a heel for you?
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| Something to look out for?
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| Am I a slippery slope?
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| A stop sign in the garden of your Eden or Eve
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| That wasn’t as naive as you’d like to have seen
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| Or did my ocean consume you?
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| Did my waves not behave?
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| How did I taste to you once you knew that his mouth was there too?
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| Too much to swallow, I see
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| Did I confuse you?
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| At how easy his breeze lifted my hair?
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| And your heat wet my neck? |
| Yes
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| Did I confuse you at how I could be a sea for you and land for him?
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| I was both of these women, I am, I is
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| I am swamp water and ocean tree
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| Coconut water and mint leaves
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| Healer and hurricane, spit and shoot
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| Too fast food for you
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| Too ready, too weighted
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| Too window open
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| Too side door swingin'
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| Too woman?
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| Well? |