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On the fifth day of May she was breaking away
When the moon came and sat on your shoulder
She was still young, not yet highly strung
As you need to be when you get older
George was a street when you
First faced the feat
You put money on the color of the sky
Well the color of her voice
Left you there no choice
But to drink the Liffey dry
The seeds that you sow
You wanna watch them growing
Wild, you grow wild
You grow wild in my heart
Wild, you grow wild
You grow wild in my heart
Here comes Holy Joe now how would he know
How laughter can make a man cruel
It's fire on fire and lovers conspire
To either a duet or duel
When it's fire on fire the
Flames just get higher
The harder you work to put them out
Well you know that you're
Similar sugar and weedkiller
Both heading north facing south
The seeds that you sow
You wanna watch them growing
Wild, you grow wild
You grow wild in my heart
Wild, you grow wild
You grow wild in my heart wild
What's on your breath is the fear of death
That makes such a man promiscuous
Your mouth was dry like when
You were about to lie
And her lips are so luscious
You've seen it before, you hurled at her door
Like a dog when she needed a man
Now she aches and she breaks and she takes
On the weight of your world
Because she almost can
The seeds that you sow
Well you wanna watch them growing
The wind, where will it blow, my flower child
Growing wild, you grow wild
You grow wild in my heart
Wild, you grow wild
You grow wild in my heart wild
The sky was still grey up on Appian Way
As the yellow hats dug up the road
Didn't hear what you said as
The lights turned red
On a love that should have stayed gold
Wild, you grow wild
You grow wild in my heart
Wild, you grow wild
You grow wild in my heart
Wild, you grow wild
You grow wild in my heart
Wild, you grow wild
You grow wild in my heart
When the moon came and sat on your shoulder
She was still young, not yet highly strung
As you need to be when you get older
George was a street when you
First faced the feat
You put money on the color of the sky
Well the color of her voice
Left you there no choice
But to drink the Liffey dry
The seeds that you sow
You wanna watch them growing
Wild, you grow wild
You grow wild in my heart
Wild, you grow wild
You grow wild in my heart
Here comes Holy Joe now how would he know
How laughter can make a man cruel
It's fire on fire and lovers conspire
To either a duet or duel
When it's fire on fire the
Flames just get higher
The harder you work to put them out
Well you know that you're
Similar sugar and weedkiller
Both heading north facing south
The seeds that you sow
You wanna watch them growing
Wild, you grow wild
You grow wild in my heart
Wild, you grow wild
You grow wild in my heart wild
What's on your breath is the fear of death
That makes such a man promiscuous
Your mouth was dry like when
You were about to lie
And her lips are so luscious
You've seen it before, you hurled at her door
Like a dog when she needed a man
Now she aches and she breaks and she takes
On the weight of your world
Because she almost can
The seeds that you sow
Well you wanna watch them growing
The wind, where will it blow, my flower child
Growing wild, you grow wild
You grow wild in my heart
Wild, you grow wild
You grow wild in my heart wild
The sky was still grey up on Appian Way
As the yellow hats dug up the road
Didn't hear what you said as
The lights turned red
On a love that should have stayed gold
Wild, you grow wild
You grow wild in my heart
Wild, you grow wild
You grow wild in my heart
Wild, you grow wild
You grow wild in my heart
Wild, you grow wild
You grow wild in my heart
Lyrics submitted by mermaidhil
Flower Child Lyrics as written by Dave Evans Adam Clayton
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
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