The Garden of Even Songtext
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And with a trip to the window
And a breath to paint the peace
What of a late cold December
To break about the rush of bees
And all the while the figure's speaking
Words are freaking out about which
The Adam and he's adamant which
Always under the sycamore bush
His father pleads
Words are freaking out about which
The Adam and he's adamant which
Always under the sycamore bush
His father pleads
Don't ask this this way
Swore the theives with an inkling
Fall's better pageant for the breeze
Such a sweet do today to dream
Or that I could paint this picture-perfect scene
And all the while the figure's speaking
Don't ask this this way
And a breath to paint the peace
What of a late cold December
To break about the rush of bees
And all the while the figure's speaking
Words are freaking out about which
The Adam and he's adamant which
Always under the sycamore bush
His father pleads
Words are freaking out about which
The Adam and he's adamant which
Always under the sycamore bush
His father pleads
Don't ask this this way
Swore the theives with an inkling
Fall's better pageant for the breeze
Such a sweet do today to dream
Or that I could paint this picture-perfect scene
And all the while the figure's speaking
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