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she don't wander in...don't wander in here, she...
she don't wander in here...don't wander in here...
the direction of the eye, so misleading
the defection of the soul, nauseously quick
i don't question, our existence
i just question, our modern needs
she don't wander in...don't wander in here, she...
she don't wander in here...
i will walk...with my hands bound
i will walk...with my face blood
i will walk...with my shadow flag
into your garden, garden of stone...
after all is done, and we're still alone
i won't be taken, yet i'll go...with my hands bound
i will walk...with my face blood
i will walk...with my shadow flag
into your garden, garden of stone
i don't show...i don't share...
i don't need...what you have to give...
i will walk...with my hands bound
i will walk...with my face blood
i will walk...with my shadow flag
into your garden, garden of...
i will walk...with my hands bound
i will walk into your garden, garden of stone...
i don't know...i don't care
i don't need...the need to live...
@ vedder, ament, gossard 1991 |