[CONNOR]
When the garden you tend dies
And the doors, which lead inside
Are locked, and those who try
To talk their way in lie

We were young, we were in love
Wild voodoo prancing punks
And you just knew she's headed up
And I just rode along for fun

As your time spins and sets
What you love, you can forget
This I hope, I believe
It's insomnia fantasy

There's a time our garden bloomed
Pubs, promotions, pregnant, too
The big-deal work that she would do
For Arcadia, but soon

They had schemes you can't believe
Computers made from human beings
And the strange stuff they would need
Babies, fetuses, and things
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