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If I were you and you were meYou could see it's more than just a whale songMore than random flowers bursting from my mouthMore than shit whispered into the crook of my armAnd not unlike the the murmurings coming from cavesWith their mouths against the seaI am the singer at the bottom of the wellOr I am one of many bathing beautiesAnd all along the beachYou can hear it getting whispered down the line"Song instead of a kiss, baby, this is a song instead of a kiss."And is that the saddest thing to know?No, it's not the saddest thing to know.I could see you've made a gardenFrom the flowers growing out of my remainsAnd I would say it's not the way I would have had themBut I would also say that it will work just the same"Here we see the shovel, here the hanging vineHere is where the heart was, here we see the spineHere is where he'll sing, and here is where you'll standHere we see the path from where your other lovers ranHere we see the pond - It's where the whale will stayWondering what happened to freedom, and graceThere will be a whole entire garden at the end of thisThere will be a song, instead of a kiss" From Letras Mania