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Sick me, yes I want to be
'Cause I'm deep in my heart
As bad as the grass that grows
There on the grave of the destitute
Yes like grass
My mad jealousy grows
The root cuts the fingers
Such is my disease, towards you
But in front of you, I will faint
I can't win, no, I can't win
Handsome gardener, serious, in love
From your garden, there you will finish me off
Yes I am your poison and you will be right
'Cause eventually I'll invade your graveyard
Your whole garden, I'll hurt your pretty flowers
I will strangle all the sublime plants, by bite
I'll be there, triumphant at your window
Already in the process, sliding towards your bed
Yes like grass
My mad jealousy grows
The root cuts the fingers
This is my disease
Yes like grass
My mad jealousy grows
The root cuts the fingers
Such is my disease, towards you
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