When the garden flowers, baby, are dead Listen, your mind, your mind is so full of red Full of red Full of red Tears are running down, down, down your face And your friends, baby, they treat you like a ghost Full of red Full of red When the truth is found to be lies And all the joy within you dies Don't you want somebody to love? Don't you need somebody to love? Won't you love somebody to love? Won't you love somebody to love? Full of red
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