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She''s haunting cause I''ve been calling her names Since I let her in things will never be the same She turned my stomach inside out, turned blacks to blues But in a different time it could have been true In the vegetation of ideas Things turn out exactly the way I want them to be Now I remember things I never said It came to me while someone shaved my head Beyond ill houses and the weaker green Above the cloud blouses and the ocean's dream In the vegetation of what''s real Things don''t turn out quite the way I want them to be |