| Sorry for the setback
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| I know I let you down
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| Turn back the clocks and step back
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| And spring might come around
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| My little misbegotten
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| You’re quite a stubborn bud
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| If we can’t make you open
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| We will take it out in blood
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| We’ll make a man out of you yet!
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| We will plant brambles in your bed!
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| Just close your eyes and count to ten
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| This is as good as it will get
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| Oh is our little willow weeping?
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| Flutter to your knees
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| The untilled things before me
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| Oh the possibilities
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| Thank you for the warning
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| But I still see the sun
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| A little global warming
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| Never hurt no one
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| We’ll make a man out of you yet
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| A crown of thorns around your head
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| Get off your knees and have a look
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| This is as good as it will get
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| At last my little flower
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| Is getting put to use
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| You’ve always been a failure
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| But now you’re bearing strange new fruit
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| The insides are all useless
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| But the rest is fertile, so
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| I will take the belt from off the hook
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| And watch the garden grow
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| We’ll make a man out of you yet
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| You won’t know what will hit you next
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| The gardener’s coming to collect
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| You wanted love?
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| That’s what you get
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| The gardener’s coming to collect
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| The gardener’s coming to collect
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| The gardener’s coming to collect
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| The gardener’s coming to collect
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| The gardener’s coming to collect |