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Better Than Ezra How Does Your Garden Grow

Maybe I should drop you at your door Or leave tonight and vanish up the shore Anywhere but here It's three o'clock, we're driving in your car You're

alive, come alive, come alive Ah, how wonderful you are Ah, how wonderful you are Outside, you feel like you were born with a 'Kick-Me' sign Taped permanently to your

best Your letters and your cards But no return address Now you come around Now you come around Your familiar sounds, and we are your beautiful We are your

Calling from that porch again Low dress blowing in the wind I should have known I'd regret it later But she blow like a Tsunami I like it like that,

top of the stairs But so far away And I recall all Your dreams and your schemes Movin' me The plans that we made A street serenade You can't be like your

Don't fear even though you're at a loss I'm numb, a shell of empty thoughts But you glow, you stretch and pull me out Does that trouble you? Does that

bartend down on fourth Your parents pay insurance And the Parson's Audit course Over schooled and uninspired Tust fund up your nose All the wasted talent but, uh Ain't that how