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The pirates and the western girls
Are stronger than you think
It rains on the Pacific
But the wooden ships don’t sink
It rains on the biosphere
With an eerie sound
Like the dead calling
Up from the ground
I cannot love you more
Said the doctor to the whore
I wanna be in the garden of love
Led by a lamb and a little white dove
I am an island
I do not like you at all
Swim in my fountain
Die by a deadly waterfall
And you are the universal hate within us all
Dressed in stolen clothes
I can still hear you call
I cannot love you more
Said the doctor to the whore
I wanna be in the garden of love
Led by a lamb and a little white dove
I know you can
But I don’t think I can
Swim in your river
And sleep on your sand
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