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I gotta get home there's a garden to tend, |
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There's fruit on the ground and the birds have all moved back into my attic, |
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Whistle and static, |
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When the young learn to fly I will patch all the holes up again, |
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I can't believe that my lime tree is dead, |
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I thought it was sleeping I guess I got fed up, with not being fed, |
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And I'm being too, |
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I keep food in my belly and hope that my time isn't soon, |
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So I try to understand, what I |
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can't hold in my hand, and where ever we are, |
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Home is there too, |
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And if you can try to find it to, cause this |
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place is overgrowing to wax and gloom, |
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Home is where ever we are if there's nothing to, |
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In the back of our house, there's a trail that wonât end, |
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We been walking so far that it grew back in |
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But there's no trail when the gras growing taller |
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get around my machete, and battle with time once again, |
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But I'm bound to lose cause Iâll be damned if time donât win |
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I gotta get home there's a garden to tend, |
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All the seeds from the fruit buried and begin |
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their old family trees, |
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teach them thank you and pleases, |
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they spread there own roots, |
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then watch the young fruit grow again, |
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And this old trail will lead me right back to where it begins, |
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So I try to understand, what I |
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can't hold in my hand, and |
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whatever I find I'll find may way back to you, |
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And if you can try to find it to, cause this |
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place is overgrowing to wax and gloom, |
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Home is where ever we are if there's nothing to, |
