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You know you're all alone |
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Your friends they aren't at home |
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Everybody's gone to the garden |
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As you look into the trees |
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You can look but you don't see |
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The flowers seem to tease you at the garden |
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Everybody's there, but you don't seem to care |
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What's it with you man, and this garden |
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Turned into my worst phobia, |
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A crazy man's utopia |
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If you're lost no one can show ya, |
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But it sure was glad to know ya |
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Only poor boys take a chance, |
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On the garden's song and dance, |
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Feel her flowers as they wrap around, |
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But only smart boys do without |
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You can find it all inside |
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No need to wrestle with your pride |
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No you ain't losin' your mind |
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You're just in the garden |
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They can lead you to yourself |
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Or you can throw it on the shelf |
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But you know you can look inside |
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For the garden |
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I wasn't really scared |
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Lost my virginity there, |
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To a gypsy with blond hair |
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But now no one seems to care |
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Like a mouse inside a maze |
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Wandering round 4 daze |
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With a smile upon my face, |
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I never wanna leave this place |
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Only poor boys take a chance, |
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On the garden's song and dance, |
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Feel her flowers as they wrap around, |
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But only smart boys do without |
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Turned into my worst phobia, |
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A crazy man's utopia |
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If you're lost no one can show ya, |
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But it sure was glad to know ya |
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Bye bye |
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So long, bye bye |
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It's glad to know ya |
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Bye bye |
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Bye bye |
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Aw...so long |
