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The Garden -Stealing Sheep
Written by ：Becky Hawley
Hold the map in your hands
With your guns with your man
Hold the map in your hands
With your guns in your garden
Joy the dark to dark
To find your way about
Hanging underneath to try
To shake you out
You know we sure corners
Always counting corners
You are the one thing
You are the lonesome
Color the ocean
Follow the ocean
Door adopt to doubt
To find your way about
Hanging underneath to try
To shake you out out
Five o'clock on Sunday morning
What you want is hiding in there
Five o'clock on Sunday morning
Why don't you come and fetch me out
Five o'clock on Sunday morning
What you want is hiding in there
Five o'clock on Sunday morning
Why don't you come and fetch me out
Be myself and they will come
They will come
They will come come right to you
Be myself and they will come
They will come
They will come come right to you
Welcome to the place
I'd broken all the records
The sun it's golden
Long your time your places
Welcome to the place
I'd broken all the records
The sun it's golden black
Never on your days
I broken
Five o'clock on Sunday morning
What you want is hiding in there
Five o'clock on Sunday morning
Why don't you come and fetch me out
Five o'clock on Sunday morning
What you want is hiding in there
Five o'clock on Sunday morning
Why don't you come and fetch me out
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