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I've seen myself in a thousand faces. Strung out on life's path. I would add up what you mean to me. But I cannot do the math. . And this fashionista's garden party. Well I had enough of that
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garden start to gather. They meet an greet!!!Nice to meet you ALICE,please take your seat!!!!!As,The party starts to wind up,An the fun begins. HA-HA-HA-HA!!!!!The madhatter begins to chatter with voices
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. The twenties turned, the north was dead. The hunger strike came marching south. At the garden party not a word was said. The ladies lifted cake to their mouths The next war began and my ship sailed
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will walk, with my face blood. I will walk, with my shadow flag. Into your garden. Garden of stone After all is done. And we're still alone. I won't be taken. Yet I'll go With my hands bound. I
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Chorus. Take me outside, sit in a green garden,. Nobody out there, but it's okay now. Bathe in the sunlight, the money frame falls,. Take me outside, sit in a green garden And I'll fly on the
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Chorus. Take me outside, sit in a green garden,. Nobody out there, but it's okay now. Bathe in the sunlight, the money frame falls,. Take me outside, sit in a green garden And I'll fly on the
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Creatures kissing in the rain. Shapeless in the dark again. In the hanging garden please don't speak. In the hanging garden no one sleeps In the hanging garden. In the hanging garden Catching
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We took this trip to garden grove. It smelt like lou dog in the van- o yeah. This ain't no funky reggae party $5 at the door. It gets so real sometimes who wrote my rhymes. I got the microwave
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We took this trip to garden grove. It smelt like lou dog in the van- o yeah. This ain't no funky reggae party $5 at the door. It gets so real sometimes who wrote my rhymes. I got the microwave
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We took this trip to garden grove. It smelt like lou dog in the van- o yeah. This ain't no funky reggae party $5 at the door. It gets so real sometimes who wrote my rhymes. I got the microwave
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Song Secret Garden - Bruce Springsteen. She'll let you in her house. If you come knockin' late at night. She'll let you in her mind. If the words you say are right. If you pay the price. She'll
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There is a garden. Something like the shadow of a butterfly. And lies beyond the gates of dark and light. And, darling, it belongs to me When you go there. There will be such laughter in the
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survive. Cause life was throwing her around In the rose garden. Where the rain is falling. And the thorns are sharpened. Rose garden, yeah. Rose garden She was young but not naive. Always wise beyond