I love being used
But lately, I'm not in the mood
I'm not in the mood, flowers bloom
Beside a tree with an empty noose
In the Garden of Doom
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In my Garden of Doom
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In my Garden of Doom
Lost and confused
They only love you when you're in bloom
So what is the use of bleeding for you?
Put them in the dirt, baby, send them to
The Garden of Doom (of doom, of doom, of doom, of doom)
I think you'll be here soon, in my Garden of Doom
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I hope they bury me, too
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In my Garden of Doom