Luyện nghe bài hát The Gardener

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

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

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

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

But worse so, to the point
You are no the flower and the sun
And importantly the garden or the gardener
A muse, your
I am used, it's all if you meet their friends

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

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

You never wanted to share your concept of creation with any other gods or worshippers
book isn't burned, it was never 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 to fa-fa-fa-fake it
it
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