Luyện nghe bài hát The Gardener

I'm not man enough to be
but I'm trying to fit in and I'm to fake it

Don't ever their friends
you too much or not enough, or worse, exactly the wrong thing
Every nuance, every detail, movement
smell, sound, phrase, inflection
The way she
These are all the that you either obsessively fetishize
or make yourself grow to
Although you are to be done growing, she is still growing
like a garden with two flowers
One just blooming and a shadow just like yours
And it becomes struggle of sunlight or rain or weeds

She and every she is doomed to be your of her
She and every she is doomed to be your of her

I'm not man enough to be
but I'm trying to fit in and I'm to fa-fa-fa-fake it

But worse so, to the point
You are no longer the and the sun
And most the garden or the gardener
A muse, amusement
I am used, all ruined if you meet their friends

She and she is doomed to be your idea of her
She and every she is to be your idea of her

I'm not man enough to be
but I'm trying to fit in and I'm to fa-fa-fa-fake it
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You never wanted to your concept of your creation with any other gods or worshippers
Your book isn't burned, it was written
Your isn't burned, it was never written

I'm not man to be human
but I'm trying to fit in and I'm learning to it
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