歌词
I gave you fruit from the desert,
a pocket full of stars,
a glimmer from the eyes of the saint.
Roses by the bunches,
and my very best hunches
about everything that isn't and aint.
With any kind of luck by now,
they will be falling on your head, and fool,
oh I'm a fool for believing,
lies you forgot you told.
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