| I’ve been killed, I really have
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| Softly shot by your magic hand
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| And the shimmering lights, glorious nights in the garden
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| I’ve been blind, yes I have
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| But something’s changed and I understand
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| What gentelness means in the garden
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| No, it’s not a secret that my heart had been buried, unfound
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| To the silence, to the dust
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| Into the sad and sorry ground
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| The garden of love, the garden of love gave me sorrow
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| The sinners and the saints
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| All they ever gave me were heartbrakes, babe
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| The Garden of Love, the Garden of Love left me hollow
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| The beggars and the fakes
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| All they ever gave me were heartaches, babe
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| And now you’re here to save me
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| Can I be saved?
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| I’ve been sad and so confused
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| That I’ve started wars just to feel abused
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| Scared of happiness, proud like a soldier
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| Now I’m lost without my shield
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| I’ve left all my arms on the battlefield
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| Through these rusty rhymes I plead, come to me
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| No, it’s not a secret that my heart had me buried, unfound
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| To the silence, to the dust, into the sad and sorry ground
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| The Garden of Love, the Garden of Love gave me sorrow
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| The sinners and the saints
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| All they ever gave me were heartbrakes, babe
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| The Garden of Love, the Garden of Love left me hollow
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| The beggars and the fakes
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| All they ever gave me were heartaches, maybe now you’re here to save me
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| Fruits of the tree in the midst of the garden
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| You shall not take it and you shall not pick it
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| God only knows that the day you will take it
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| Your eyes will be opened, your hearts will be poisoned
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| Take me, guide me, let me softly lie in your garden
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| Hold me, free me, never let me leave you |