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I spent a long time watering a plant made out of plastic And I cursed the ground for growing green I spent a long time substituting honest with sarcastic And I cursed my tongue for being mean And weightless, breathless, restitute Motionless and absolute You cut me open, sucked the poison from an aging wound Now fifty thousand walking deads Would cower at the small brunette To my surprise, not six feet high Would reach and grab the moon if I should ask Or just imply, that I wanted to be more light So I could look inside his eyes And get the colors just right Just right, just right, just But love built, God built provinces Build calluses, break promises 'Cause I could never hold a perfect thing and not demolish it What am I thinking? What does this mean? How could somebody ever love me? Talk to your man, tell him he's got bad news comin' Aus Songtexte Mania