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Miami Garden Club Video (MV)




Performed By: Kitty
Language: English
Length: 3:23
Written by: Kathryn Leigh Beckwith




Kitty - Miami Garden Club Lyrics




Miami Garden Club

I wonder what you keep here with me
I wonder what you keep in your teacup
You hear me when i talk in my sleep-
I wonder if you can keep up.
I'll let it burn and hope for your pardon,
Perched on the curb I f*cked up my car on.
All the herbs I take let them harden off,
They can germinate in my garden.
Take all of my pearls away,
I'ma keep on faking every word I say
I can let it burn and wait to rake the ashes of my garden up tomorrow

And I imagined I was bleeding out.
(That always happens when I'm sleeping now)
Too heavy in my saddle, can't read anything too sad
Cuz I dream everything I read about.
You either hold it in, or speak it out,
And I don't really wanna freak you out.
I'll write myself a letter. Hope I get better.
I'll do anything to please a crowd

I'll let it burn and hope for your pardon,
Perched on the curb I f*cked up my car on.
All the herbs I take let them harden off,
They can germinate in my garden.
Take all of my pearls away,
I'ma keep on faking every word I say
I can let it burn and wait to rake the ashes of my garden up tomorrow
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Miami Garden Club

I wonder what you keep here with me
I wonder what you keep in your teacup
You hear me when i talk in my sleep-
I wonder if you can keep up.
I'll let it burn and hope for your pardon,
Perched on the curb I f*cked up my car on.
All the herbs I take let them harden off,
They can germinate in my garden.
Take all of my pearls away,
I'ma keep on faking every word I say
I can let it burn and wait to rake the ashes of my garden up tomorrow

And I imagined I was bleeding out.
(That always happens when I'm sleeping now)
Too heavy in my saddle, can't read anything too sad
Cuz I dream everything I read about.
You either hold it in, or speak it out,
And I don't really wanna freak you out.
I'll write myself a letter. Hope I get better.
I'll do anything to please a crowd

I'll let it burn and hope for your pardon,
Perched on the curb I f*cked up my car on.
All the herbs I take let them harden off,
They can germinate in my garden.
Take all of my pearls away,
I'ma keep on faking every word I say
I can let it burn and wait to rake the ashes of my garden up tomorrow
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Writer: Kathryn Leigh Beckwith
Copyright: Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing, SENTRIC MUSIC

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