Plastics
Green green garden of Eden
Please let me be together with you
Stormy weather up above
But tranquility is still due
Whatever springs to mind, springs on time
Yet the harder it be for
Me to be on time
Clocks aren't ticking for my passages
Nor a TV, nor no radio
No electric wirings of any kind
Stem from their realm
Of this blooming paradox of dark winds
But divine green vines
Well then, write a novel
Or a story or two
Passing on pieces of your mind
For thousands of years
Or a century of seconds
Another gruelling gift for mankind
Another gruelling gift for mankind
Green green garden of Eden
Please let me be together with you
Oh baby, don't you know that
The seasons here yeah, for something new
The seasons here yeah, for something new
The seasons here yeah, for something new
The seasons here yeah, for something new
The seasons here yeah, for something new
Aah
Introspective, self collected
Single party, no collective
Not neglected, still cool as you like
Any colour still collected with a price
And be my friend
No strong intentions, only more of your affection
Under no connection
And false retention
Is the end of my selection
Is the end
Is the end
Is the end
Is the end
Is the end
Is the end
Is the end
Is the end
Is the end
Is the end
Is the end
Is the end
Is the end
Is the end
Is the end
Is the end
Is the end
Bitch
Please let me be together with you
Stormy weather up above
But tranquility is still due
Whatever springs to mind, springs on time
Yet the harder it be for
Me to be on time
Clocks aren't ticking for my passages
Nor a TV, nor no radio
No electric wirings of any kind
Stem from their realm
Of this blooming paradox of dark winds
But divine green vines
Well then, write a novel
Or a story or two
Passing on pieces of your mind
For thousands of years
Or a century of seconds
Another gruelling gift for mankind
Another gruelling gift for mankind
Green green garden of Eden
Please let me be together with you
Oh baby, don't you know that
The seasons here yeah, for something new
The seasons here yeah, for something new
The seasons here yeah, for something new
The seasons here yeah, for something new
The seasons here yeah, for something new
Aah
Introspective, self collected
Single party, no collective
Not neglected, still cool as you like
Any colour still collected with a price
And be my friend
No strong intentions, only more of your affection
Under no connection
And false retention
Is the end of my selection
Is the end
Is the end
Is the end
Is the end
Is the end
Is the end
Is the end
Is the end
Is the end
Is the end
Is the end
Is the end
Is the end
Is the end
Is the end
Is the end
Is the end
Bitch
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Writer(s): Ona Macha
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