That sugar in your smile
is getting brown and bitter
you lie and cry and cry and lie
over and over and over
Why don't you want to give me
JOY
Why don't you want to give me
CHOICE
Why don't you want to give me both?
There're so many ways to go
so why you want to stay
right next to the highway
and spend your life in one tree garden?
Drive to hell and drive to heaven
make it hundert through the Eden
run over all lonely houses
full of gold and heavy carpets.
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