LIQUID VISION
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CLOSE TO EDEN
Gaze into a sea of bobbing sharp umbrellas
Likes of which I’ve never seen
Warlike contra plaintive seeking shelter
Thank my lucky stars this ugly race has never been
No not exactly
Though born British through and through
Not my kind no never really me
Not my kind of thing
Not exactly my kind of thing
My cup of tea
But in this day and age yes even in this haven
Where I tried to hide
This garden close to Eden
Overgrown colours fading
Swallows gone now just the ravens
There was a time I felt that I could escape
Get on a plane expel that smoggy air
High above the clouds I would feel safe
Yes I would feel that I was coming home
Heading for that little island isolated little place
Garden close to Eden
Garden close to Eden
There was a time I felt that I could escape
Get on a plane expel that smoggy air
High above the clouds I would feel safe
Yes I would feel that I was coming home
Heading for that little island isolated little place
There was a time I felt that I could escape
Get on a plane expel that smoggy air
High above the clouds I would feel safe
Yes I would feel that I was coming home
Heading for that little island isolated little place
Garden close to Eden
Garden close to Eden
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