| There is a house with a garden
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| Floral walls line the trees
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| Poke my head through a window
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| Air was fresh, all was green
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| When it was ripe, how it could flow far above you
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| Fill it with life, make it a home, how it could grow
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| So if I lay down (I lay down) and let the roots grow 'round
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| Would it make me whole again?
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| And if barren wood (Barren wood) could touch this ground, oh, flower it would
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| There is a house with a garden
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| Floral walls line the trees
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| In this house where I started
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| So much pain grew through me
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| When it was ripe, how it could flow far above you
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| Fill it with life, make it a home, how it could grow
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| So if I lay down (I lay down) and let the roots grow 'round
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| Would it make me whole again?
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| And if barren wood (Barren wood) could touch this ground, oh, flower it would |