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I have stood here in this garden |
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Where you placed me in the spring |
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I have held my arms gracefully from my side |
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A dog dish and an Afro pick |
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You laid beside me as a trick |
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Of compassion that comes through the night |
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In fields of green, in fields of straw |
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There ain't no telling what we saw |
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As we stand together on this hill |
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I used to be a part of a more complicated scheme |
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As furniture with glass upon my head |
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You paint me white, you clean me off |
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You say my name each time you cough |
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It's a pattern as old as it gets |
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I'll stay right here till you get back |
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You're concrete white, I'm plastic black |
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I'm the statue of the Virgin Mary |
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I am free from all decisions |
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I am free from all despair |
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You can see there's not a wrinkle on my face |
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Looks pretty good from where I stand |
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No crying fields, no sins of man |
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All for the love of Raymond |
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All for the love of Raymond |