| I watched my guilt blossom before me
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| Like a tender shoot
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| With thirsty roots
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| Oh, how my garden grows
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| The shameful seeds I’ve sown
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| I watched its stems sprawl above me
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| Its dark shadow cast its cloud around me
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| But I can live with it
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| I’ll live in it
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| There’s no place like home
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| Stretch your arms around me
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| Cast your cloud above me
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| Curtained, kept, and covered in your solemn vow,
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| «'Ever you go, I’ll follow»
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| Grow your roots within me
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| Drink of me you thirsty seed
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| I cower, cringe, and tremble at your solemn vow,
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| «'Ever you go, I’ll follow you»
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| There’s no place like home
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| (I can learn to live with this
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| If I can learn to live in it)
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| (Heavied we’re so heavy)
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| If she only knew just how sorry I was
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| (Heavied, we’re so heavy)
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| If she only knew just how sorry I was
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| If she only knew…
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| Sticks and stones won’t break my bones
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| It’s the branches and boulders I shoulder
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| Sticks and stones won’t break my bones
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| I can live with it
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| If I can learn to live with this
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| If I can learn to live |