It's getting late
 [bad word] home
I picked this rose for you
I've been away searching for oceans
With time to kill

You better buy a gun
I've seen them watching you
The old man and his son
They've been studying your moves

Why won't it rain
They need the water
They'll die faster than you
I'm not in pain
I've got my flowers
It's happening

You better get your gun
I've seen them watching you
This pain has just begun
You will see me in the news
I know you will
(I know you will)

And I don't understand why I sleep all day, 
and I start [bad word] when there is no rain

I don't believe in miracles 
I don't believe in miracles 
But I believe in you
Now I can't wait 'til I can sleep in late
Maybe I'll miss you then
With no garden to tend
Now I can't wait 'til I can sleep in late
Maybe I'll miss you then
With no garden to tend

I am your gardener
I am your gardener
I am your gardener
I'm your gardener
I am your gardener
I am your gardener
I am your gardener
I'm your gardener

Oh no
Oh no
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Oh no
Oh no
Oh no