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Flowers In The Sand
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You make a lot of money
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She makes a lot of time
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Counts it out and hands it over to you
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Never asking nothing in return
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'Cuz she trusts you
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Believes in you too
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You go around in circles
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She goes home alone
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You could be there with her
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But she's still on her own
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She's not looking for miracles
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She's just looking for love
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All she wants is you, because that's enough
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She makes it all so easy
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You make it all so hard
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You've give her dirt
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And tie her to the earth
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She plants another flower in the sand
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You got all the best excuses in the world
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But they're not reasons
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They don't even rhyme
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She's a good woman
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But you treat her like a bad little girl
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She's a loser
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In your little game
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The victim of your big crime
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She's always trying to work it out
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You're only trying just to fit her in
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To your self-serving plans and schemes
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She thinks you're worth it
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So she hangs around
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And hangs another day on shattered hopes
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And battered little dreams
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You trample down your dirt
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And harvest weeds
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Her love grows
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And she waters it so carefully
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You scatter all her seedlings
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With one wave of your hand
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And she plants another flower in the sand
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Flowers In The Sand
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