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Yeah check one two ... now Ive got the clue baby ... lets dance
This garden was full of boxes filled with my favourite toys
I never felt remorse when I provoked the winds that blew them all away
Im creeping on all fours again Im begging for rain
To wash all my sins away...crosscountry
Now its time to use my brain because
For fourty days I was caught in a room without a view
My heads spinning around from all my dirty thoughts real filthy thoughts
I wanted to find peace of mind
but all I got was hate and self deception
In the prime of life the dead of winter has arrived
Im feeling f*gged sh*gged and fashed
Come on treat me with a little love
You know I like it hard and dirty
This garden was full of people
I should have kissed but know its too late
The wind blew them far away crosscountry
thats the end of the line god bless and happy drinkin