| Don’t get so tied up holding in
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| Loosen with a radical love
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| Closer attention, honing in
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| Does it always come and move on?
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| Who is admired all the way?
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| Easy come, blossoms go off
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| The Engineering, it told them when
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| Counting on the day to come soon
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| Could only hope
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| Just a late bloomer
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| Glad to be blooming at all
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| And it could not have come sooner
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| Grateful to be opening up
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| To be open enough
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| Nothing required, all within
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| Lounge inside a powerful warmth
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| Nothing decided, all a whim
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| No need to worry what was
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| Because
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| Just a late bloomer
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| Glad to be blooming at all
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| And it could not have come sooner
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| Grateful to be opening up
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| To be open enough
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| Here comes the rain
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| Then comes the rays
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| And that’s how it’s always gone
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| Across the vines
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| Beneath the skies
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| In a jungle among the young
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| Here comes the growth at it’s most
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| And the remainder is not fair for some
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| In comes the flood of inner love
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| Expanding from where it comes
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| Just a late bloomer
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| Glad to be blooming at all
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| And it could not have come sooner
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| Grateful to be opening up
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| To be open enough
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| Just a late bloomer
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| Glad to be blooming at all |