Garden by KingJambo

Lyrics: Hey, Mr. Magpie, Selling TV's to himself. Feed hands that bite And flowers slowly ballooning, To setting suns. Twisted ways, Alien days. Cradle over Little tin soldiers, And rock-a-bye's. In the garden They move like golden, So why can't I? In the garden They move like golden, So why can't I? In the garden They move like golden, So why can't I? Sing a song of sixpence for the colourful days. Lullaby. Screaming at the stars as they fall away. It's everyday. In the garden We dance with stardom, Forever night. In the garden We move like golden, And never die.
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