| 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 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 Bye bye
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| So long, bye bye
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| It’s glad to know ya Bye bye
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| Bye bye
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| Aw… so long |