Garden Of The Seventies

Cherries in my mouth
Blues on my mind
Statues of humanity
No projectiles

Garden of the seventies

Inhaling sun and yesterdays smoke
Taste of Tangerine on the tip of my tongue
Missing freedom and the world peace
Poisoned by adulthood
Please set us free

An oase in the big city
We are Young give us some space
Only freedom is holy
Holy like the garden
The garden of the seventies

It feels warmer in here
No vale of tears
Everything with care
And no goddamn fears

Garden of the seventies

An oase in the big city
We are Young give us some space
Only freedom is holy
Holy like the garden
The garden of the seventies



Credits
Writer(s): Sofie Amalie Coppa
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