| I sense a runner in the garden
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| Although my judgements known to fail
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| Once built a steamboat in a meadow
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| Cause I’d forgotten how to sail
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| I know the runner’s going to tell you
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| There ain’t no cowboy in my hair
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| So now he’s buried by the daisies
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| So I could stay the tallest man in your eyes, babe
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| I sense a spy up in the chimney
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| From all the evidence I’ve burned
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| I guess he’ll read it in the smoke now
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| And soon to ashes I’ll return
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| I know the spy is going to tell you
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| It’s not my flag up in the pole
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| So now he’s buried by the lilies
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| So I could stay forever more in your eyes, babe
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| I sense a leak inside my phone now
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| From all the lies I have told
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| I know he has your private number
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| And soon he’ll make that vicious call
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| I know the leak is going to tell you
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| There ain’t now puppy on your leash
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| So now he’ll fertilize the roses
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| So I could stay the king you see
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| In your eyes, babe
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| In your eyes, babe
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| So now we’re dancing through the garden
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| And what a garden I have made
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| And now that death will grow my jasmine
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| I find it soothing I’m afraid
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| Now there is no need for suspicion
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| There ain’t no fraud kissing your hand
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| I won’t be lying when I tell you
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| That I’m a Gardener
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| I’m a man
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| In your eyes, babe
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| In your eyes, babe
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| In your eyes, babe
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| In your eyes, babe |