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You might not like the look of my friendor the excuses you will hear her givehollow eyes and terrible skin would work if only she could fit inher and her boy like to lie under the calm of the eastern moonyeah her and her boy like to ride upon a needle, needle and spoon
She's in the garden now and I run with it I run with it yeaha pretty garden made in mindand when she's cut she's cut and I run with it I run with it yeahwhen she's in the garden she's alright
So you're finally here you look more dead than you do alivethe reasons obviously clear but i wonder if you question whytheir bodies are well educated on the poppies that keep then thintheir love for each other is stated more than others could,more than others think
She's in the garden now and I run with it I run with it yeaha pretty garden made in mindand when she's cut she's cut and I run with it I run with it yeahwhen she's in the garden she's alright
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