got a garden of songs
where I grow all my thoughts
wish I could harvest one or two
for some small talk
seems like I'm always starving for words
whenever you're around
nothing on my tongue
and so much in the ground
nothing on my tongue
and so much in the ground
see the little song bird
unable to make a sound
you'd never know she follows
her words from town to town
we both have gardens of songs
and maybe its okay
that I am speechless
cause I picked you this bouquet
yup, sure am speechless
but I picked you this bouquet
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