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Use A− / A+ to adjust text sizeWarming Up
in the thirteenth row of a garden grovea lady learns to sleepwhile surrounded, now where all the flowers growotherwise an empty orchard streetshe is dreaming of her holidayfrom a working class menagerieand her hands are coldunimaginablehow shes warming up to meoh she wasi'm a passerby in a promise landand i face no directionoh in a state somewhere between the towns of lost and foundin the state of confusionshowed our dreaming is pure wondermentbut our feelings are no accidentif a heart is cold it won't forever be,cause she's warming up to loving mefate is not a missionits an unconditional highwhen i saw you in the gardenyou reminded mei can see the stars on your shoulders nowand what the wind and your skin have in commonin my town, well if feels as though i'm above the groundyou keep inviting me to go downare you warming upare you burning upwarming up to loveare you warming up to loving
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