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Got a garden of songs where I grow all my thoughts Wish I could harvest one or two for some small talk Seems like I'm starving for words whenever you around Nothing on my tongue so much in my ground Nothing on my tongue so much in my ground, ground Half time I got my gaze trained on your motel door Fourth door from the end Rest time my gaze lays like a stain on the carpeted floor If it weren't for my brain, I'd just go over and make friends Too bad about my brain 'cause I'd like to make friends, friends See the little song bird unable to make a sound You never know she follows her words from town to town We both got gardens of songs and maybe it's okay That I am speechless because I picked you this bouquet Yup, I am speechless but I picked you this bouquet