| Like the gardener and the honey bee.
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| We all are bound by reciprocity,
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| But I get this feeling I need you more than you need me.
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| This tulip nation, the whole sensation,
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| Has given rise to great consternation.
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| I thought I knew you, the power outgrew you,
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| And now there’s police with guns at Victoria station.
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| I wanna hide up the apple tree,
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| So tired of hearing about the enemy,
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| Seems the face is changing daily,
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| The us and them divide and blend,
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| It’s just one world in the end.
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| This tulip nation, the whole sensation,
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| Has given rise to great consternation.
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| I thought I knew you, the power outgrew you,
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| And now there’s police with guns at Victoria station.
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| Flower in our power
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| Flower the cyclical chain
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| Then we fall down, and when we fall down,
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| Always back to the ground, to evolve again.
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| And then we flower always flower,
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| We’re in our powers, we do anything not to go back down again.
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| We fall down, we always fall down,
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| Back to the ground, to be again.
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| And then we flower, we’re in our powers,
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| We do anything not to fall down again… not to fall down again…
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| Gonna let these thoughts buzz around me
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| Like the gardener and the honey bee. |