you know you're all alone. your friends they aren't at home. everybody's gone to the garden. as you look into the trees you can look but you don't see. the flowers seem to tease you at the garden. everybody's there, but you don't seem to care what's it with you man, and this garden.
turned into my worst phobia. a crazy man's utopia. if you're lost no one can show ya, but it sure was glad to know ya. only poor boys take a chance on garden's song and dance, feel her flowers as they wrap around, but only smart boys do without.
you can find it all inside. no need to wrestle with your pride. no you ain't losin' your mind you're just in the garden. they can lead you to yourself or you can throw it on the shelf. but you know you can look inside for the garden.
i wasn't really scared. lost my virginity there, to a gypsy with blond hair but now no one seems to care, look a mouse inside a maze, wondering round for daze, with a smile upon my face i never wanna leave this place. only poor boys take a chance on the garden's song and dance, feel her flowers as they wrap around but only smart boys do without, turned into my worst phobia, a crazy man's utopia. if you're lost no one can show ya, but it sure was glad to know ya. bye bye, so long, it's glad to know ya.. bye bye.
[inspired by Guns N' Roses]

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