On the fifth day of May she was breaking away
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When the moon came and sat on your shoulder
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She was still young, not yet highly strung
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As you need to be when you get older
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George was a street when you first faced the feat
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You put money on the color of the sky
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Well the color of her voice left you there no choice
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But to drink the Liffey dry
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The seeds that you sow
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You wanna watch them growing
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Wild, you grow wild
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You grow wild in my heart
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Wild, you grow wild
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You grow wild in my heart
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Here comes Holy Joe now how would he know
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How laughter can make a man cruel
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It's fire on fire and lovers conspire
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To either a duet or duel
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When it's fire on fire the flames just get higher
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The harder you work to put them out
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Well you know that you're similar sugar and weedkiller
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Both heading north facing south
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The seeds that you sow
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You wanna watch them growing
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Wild, you grow wild
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You grow wild in my heart
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Wild, you grow wild
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You grow wild in my heart
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Wild
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What's on your breath is the fear of death
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That makes such a man promiscuous
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Your mouth was dry like when you were about to lie
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And her lips are so luscious
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You've seen it before, you hurled at her door
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Like a dog when she needed a man
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Now she aches and she breaks and she takes
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On the weight of your world because she almost can
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The seeds that you sow
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Well you wanna watch them growing
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The wind, where will it blow, my flower child
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Growing wild, you grow wild
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You grow wild in my heart
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Wild, you grow wild
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You grow wild in my heart
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Wild
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The sky was still grey up on Appian Way
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As the yellow hats dug up the road
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Didn't hear what you said as the lights turned red
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On a love that should have stayed gold
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Wild, you grow wild
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You grow wild in my heart
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Wild, you grow wild
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You grow wild in my heart
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Wild, you grow wild
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You grow wild in my heart
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Wild, you grow wild
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You grow wild in my heart
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Flower Child
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U2 |