No coins, no coins
We'll never have any
But I was sure there'd be plenty
This garden will always be bare, without any supper seeds
How can anything grow with all that we owe?
No coins, no coins
We'll never have any
Not a plant nor a penny
This garden will always be bare, without any supper seeds
How can anything grow with all that we owe?
Wind blow, wind blow, carry us to where you go
Bury them til it's time to grow
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