The Garden

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[Verse 1]
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I've been throwing stones at your window
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Praying hard the wind might blow me through, blow me through
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Talking to the friends that I don't have
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Why am I surprised they got no clue, got no clue


[Chorus 1]
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If there is such thing as a heaven
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I just pray to God that I get there soon
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The devil made a call from a payphone stall, telling me not to talk to you


[Verse 2]
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If you look close you can tell those doing best ain't doing well
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Putting your demons up on the shelf only gives them time to themselves
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I dropped my worries in a wishing well, never hit the bottom far as I can tell
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The preacher's writing prayers that he thinks might sell, never found peace in holy hell
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[Chorus 2]
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If there is such thing as a heaven
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I just pray to God that I get there soon
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The devil makes a call from a payphone stall, telling me not to see this through


[Verse 3]
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This life's a test, infinite jest
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This pain that sits inside my chest, echos into emptiness

And I sell my soul for a million dollars
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Jesus Christ, my heart's a mess

But ain't that why you love me best
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Scream until there's nothing left, there's nothingness, there's nothing less


[Verse 4]
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Than people hanging in suspense

Sins that they could not confess
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No we can't go on like this

But the devil needs his witnesses
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My zealous overconfidence

It looked so nice inside my head
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It's something that I cannot fix
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But baby, that's not mine to give away
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That's not mine to give away
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That's not mine to give away
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That's not mine to give away
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Ooh
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Ooh