Yeah check one two ... now I've got the clue baby ... let's 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 I'm creeping on all fours again I'm begging for rain To wash all my sins away...crosscountry Now it's time to use my brain because For fourty days I was caught in a room without a view My head's 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 I'm feeling fagged shagged 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 it's too late The wind blew them far away crosscountry that's the end of the line god bless and happy drinkin
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