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• Artiste: The Marshes
• Titre: Gardener's Hoe
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You might say I live like shit But you never did commit To a life, like I did You're just stalling I've been there -- so what? I really lost myself in a rut And now lost is the feeling that I've been dealing with All of it's at an end As I pull up to the hill at last I get a sense that I know its past And I know that it's stupid I feel the house is ruined Nevertheless, I go right in I wanna tell my host where I've been I would say that I'm sorry Nobody there to tell On the note is writ: "Take the last room on the left I've got nothing to describe the joy I feel Now I know I'm not alone And far from the gardener's hoe A better sense, I hope Better things to come than the one we're in" Fucked up crazy old man I don't know what he thinks Inviting me here does to his good nature I won't lie: you're fucked Feel that sliding in my gut Get it? Got it, gotta get outside 'Cause outside you're not that much to fear You're not much from the things that I hear But don't you get any closer Or I'll put a knife in your shoulder I'll wait here for day to come Better come sometime soon