| Out in the garden, amongst the bushes, Michael is crying
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| Caught in a spider’s web, its broken wings beating, a butterfly dying
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| Oh la, la, la, la, la, la, la
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| La, la, la, la, la, la, la
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| And they in their wisdom say
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| «Michael's got something wrong, wrong, wrong with his mind»
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| Well they must be blind, if they can’t see what Michael sees
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| Michael is silent, talking to no one of things that he sees
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| But out in the garden, he talks in soft whispers, like the wind in the leaves
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| Oh la, la, la, la, la, la, la
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| La, la, la, la, la, la, la
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| And they in their wisdom say
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| «Michael's got something wrong, wrong, wrong with his mind»
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| They’ve seen the signs, but they can’t see what Michael sees
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| And inside the building someone is calling his name through the halls
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| But he doesn’t answer, though he easily hears each leaf as it falls
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| Oh la, la, la, la, la, la, la
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| La, la, la, la, la, la, la
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| And they in their wisdom say
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| «Michael's got something wrong, wrong, wrong with his mind»
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| Well they must be blind, for they can’t see what Michael sees
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| Michael where are you?
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| Michael where are we
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| We who see that there’s something wrong with your mind?
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| And inside the garden Michael is smiling, at peace in his world
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| At one with the insects, the flowers, and the trees, and the wind and the birds
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| Oh la, la, la, la, la, la, la
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| La, la, la, la, la, la, la
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| Oh Michael sees all
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| Behind the high walls
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| Surrounding his kingdom
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| Whilst we in our wisdom
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| Still trapped in the spider’s web
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| Far from the flow and ebb
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| Of life in the garden
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| But Michael has pardoned
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| Us for he sees
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| That really he’s free
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| And there’s nothing to mend
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| For his wings are not broken
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| And they in their wisdom say
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| «Michael's got something wrong, wrong, wrong with his mind»
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| They’ve seen the signs, but Michael feels fine inside the garden |