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Among the roses of this garden
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To be sitting on the edge of a volcano
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But waving at you from above with my hand
And instead I'm lying down
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Burning hot like the pesto tagliolino I ate
And I'm staying here, stretched out
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On the cobblestones a little while longer
But sooner or later I'll get going again
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To fall asleep on a Tibetan glacier
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But with a smile slowly spreading
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Like De Niro, but more Indian
And instead I'm lying down
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Breathless, wrecked like the bed where you just left me
Desperate for a little while longer
But sooner or later I'll get going again
And I'll climb, I'll climb
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Among the roses of this garden
And I'll climb, I'll climb
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Just a distant memory
And I'll climb, I'll climb
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Among the roses of this garden
And I'll climb, I'll climb
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And slowly climb back up through the roses
Your hands and I'd tell you
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'My love, deep down there's nothing to do over'
Any further down than this
There's only digging left
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You need a power winch
And I'll climb, I'll climb
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Among the roses of this garden
And I'll climb, I'll climb
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Just a distant memory
I don't really know when yet
But by trying and trying again