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The Garden

This song is by Faithless and appears on the album Sunday 8 PM (1998).

Beg you listen me, don't be kissing me 'til I'm done.
Unsung champion, I reason, like seasoning.
Pepper your thoughts with spice, and entice you to a space

Where I dwell with bass players and layers and loops,
Think what I think with my prayers. It's nice.
My world is everything I've become,

Contained in the hum between voice and drum.
I'm coming from the same place I'm still running from,
But even sitting in the garden one can still get stung

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