| Tiger lily or a rose
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| You still have your place in the garden
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| Appreciate the bluer notes
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| Why is the simplest thing the hardest?
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| What a thing it is to grow
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| Flower, I tried so hard to open my mind
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| No I never meant to color you in
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| Jet black, with a ballpoint pen
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| The brilliance hurt my eyes
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| I told you that I’m colourblind
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| You’re blurry like the feeling in
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| The ending of the summer
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| I’m living in a memory
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| Imagining another
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| Early in the afternoon
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| The humblest of pleasures
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| Feeling the inside of you
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| I know that I’ll forget it
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| It’s disheartening
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| After everything evaporates
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| A lot of pain
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| And all the words I sing
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| And the perceptive things that I explain
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| I haven’t changed
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| You’re blurry like the feeling in
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| The ending of the summer
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| I’m living in a memory
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| Imagining another
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| Early in the afternoon
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| The humblest of pleasures
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| Feeling the inside of you
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| I know that I’ll forget it |