Luyện nghe bài hát The Gardener

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

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

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 learning to it

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

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

I'm not man to be human
but I'm to fit in and I'm learning 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
Your book isn't burned, it was never
Your book burned, it was never written

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