Walk around the garden
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Choking at the weeds
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Won't you come and help me
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Try and sow some seeds
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All the trees are weeping,
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Branches hanging low
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Seems as if they know that
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They haven't long to go
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All the world's a funfair
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Hide behind your mask
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Say that you're enjoying it
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If anybody ask
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Don't believe in sinners,
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Don't believe in sin
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Love is all the answers
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So why don't we begin
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Taking up the story that Jesus told
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It's older than the years
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All the seeds he planted have blossomed
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Into concrete walls of fear
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Lying in the gutter,
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Gazing at the stars
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Like to send a letter
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To the men on Mars
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Asking if they'd help us,
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Help us if they cold
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Come and weed this garden
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Or do you think they should?
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The Garden
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| Roger Hodgson |
