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I've been killed, I really have |
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Softly shot by your magic hand |
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And the shimmering lights, glorious nights in the garden |
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I've been blind, yes I have |
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But something's changed and I understand |
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What gentelness means in the garden |
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No, it's not a secret that my heart had been buried, unfound |
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To the silence, to the dust |
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Into the sad and sorry ground |
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The garden of love, the garden of love gave me sorrow |
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The sinners and the saints |
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All they ever gave me were heartbrakes, babe |
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The Garden of Love, the Garden of Love left me hollow |
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The beggars and the fakes |
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All they ever gave me were heartaches, babe |
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And now you're here to save me |
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Can I be saved? |
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I've been sad and so confused, |
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That I've started wars just to feel abused |
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Scared of happiness, proud like a soldier |
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Now I'm lost without my shield |
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I've left all my arms on the battlefield |
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Through these rusty rhymes I plead, come to me |
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No, it's not a secret that my heart had me buried, unfound |
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To the silence, to the dust, into the sad and sorry ground |
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The Garden of Love, the Garden of Love gave me sorrow |
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The sinners and the saints |
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All they ever gave me were heartbrakes, babe |
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The Garden of Love, the Garden of Love left me hollow |
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The beggars and the fakes |
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All they ever gave me were heartaches, maybe now you're here to save me |
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Fruits of the tree in the midst of the garden |
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You shall not take it and you shall not pick it |
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God only knows that the day you will take it |
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Your eyes will be opened, your hearts will be poisoned |
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Take me, guide me, let me softly lie in your garden |
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Hold me, free me, never let me leave you |