She tripped on a hole
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that I'd dug in the soil to be part
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of a human garden
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and I couldn't stand in the straight postured sun
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But you stood in the mud
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which came unsoiled when I came along,
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When I came along, when I came along
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So you never stopped needing,
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You never stopped needing
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A close look at something so close
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I'ts too much of not enough
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A close look at something so close
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I'ts too much of not enough
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When all we need is just a taste
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I strap myself in for a safe saccaride ride
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Before it started I tried
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To be anything I saw fit
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And it all seemed to fit
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But you came undone when I came along
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When I came along, when I came along
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So you never stopped needing,
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You never stopped needing
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A close look at something so close
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I'ts too much of not enough
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A close look at something so close
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I'ts too much of not enough
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When all we need is just a taste
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Blind white lies and shallow truth
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Broken strings and stolen youth
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I've seen too much of not enough
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You came much closer than they had before
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You never stopped needing,
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You never stopped needing,
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You never stopped needing,
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And it's good for nothing
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Too Much Of Not Enough
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| Silverchair |
