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You hand me life to hold on to Now I've got a lock without a clue I've got a guitar but I haven't got any blues You drove your car into the rail Hey, little star, your engine failed You lack the luster, dull and pale But I cannot shine for you Talk to me - that's what you came to do But you just stand there without a clue I've got a guitar but I have no diagnosis for you Space invader, little quasar Oh, how I wonder what you are You can't get where you're going to Still I cannot take you I've got a spot out back where I've taken my shovel I've got a spot out back that's taking all of my time I've got a plot out back if I should run into trouble So don't give me anything to hold You keep your diary in bold I never said I wanted to But you just assumed... I've got a garden where I - am growing patients And my green thumb has become... has come undone I've got a garden where I'm - growing impatient Oh, my green thumb has become... has come undone I've got a garden where I - am growing patients Oh, my green thumb has become... has come undone I've got a garden where I'm - growing impatient Oh, my green thumb has become
Writer(s): Michelle Malone Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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