I'm planting myself in the garden
Believe me Between the potatoes and parsley Believe
me
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the frost to awaken my soul
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with green-fly, spider or maggot Believe
me
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know Telling me, they're telling me
something I think so, telling me
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get up from my chair by the sea And I'll
be able to say that I've been there
Telling me something I don't know Telling
me
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