im postin', hopin' you'll respond
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i think you might've been the one
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you were jack the gardeners son
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you called me leila, thats ok
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even though its not my name
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i guess it makes born again
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ive lived well
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ive gone through hell
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i ride each wave that comes
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but sometimes i wish
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i could ride with you, jack the gardeners son
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and i kept the rose your daddy clipped
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would life be different than this?
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would you be here?
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would life be fine?
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would there be war?
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would loved ones die?
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would God show up, up in the sky?
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would i be nicer?
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ive lived well
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ive gone through hell
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i ride each wave that comes
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but sometimes i wish
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i could ride with you, jack the gardeners son
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jack the gardeners son
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ones and zeros fill the screen
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its what i do instead of dream
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search every spelling of your name
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but it replies 'address unknown'
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so i spend another night alone
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remembering touching without shame
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ive lived well
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ive gone through hell
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i ride each wave that comes
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but sometimes i wish
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i could ride with you, jack the gardeners son
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i call the number i once knew
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hoping id get hold of you
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ill keep on trying till i get through
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Jack the Gardener's Son
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| Leah Andreone |
