| Headdresses on a shroud
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| Massive machete, that shit is getting heavy
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| Though you knew me, don’t know me now
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| Don’t you let down my good friends
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| Don’t you fuck with my pals
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| Straight through the town
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| You drive around
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| Quit following my friends
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| All over the secret garden
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| All over the secret garden
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| He lives in the secret garden
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| Jerks at work freeze kitties on their breaks
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| The cats meow, you hem and howl
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| Don’t have to use a safe word
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| In bathrooms stalls, pedestrian malls
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| And psycho clinic shower heads, you use them cleverly
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| Didn’t you forget balloons on my birthday?
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| Why did you fuck with my self-esteem, man?
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| Straight through the town
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| You drive around
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| I need a line to my head-space
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| All over the secret garden
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| All over the secret garden
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| He lives in the secret garden
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| It’s not invincible, no, my darling
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| I’m not invincible when I fall
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| The tangled lore of the secret garden
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| I fucking hate playing indoor soccer |