الأغاني:
Trouble Memory S Garden

Will I dream of good times? Only love in our minds Will I dream of making love? Always knew that it was enough She's gone to live in memory's garden

you will I dream of good times only love in our minds will I dream of making love always knew that it was enough She`s gone to live in Memory`s garden

visions imprisoned in your mind Unwinding rivers flowing through the meadows to the sea Paths of glory through shifting glades to fall Present laughter and the memory of troubles

s gun possession Not to mention, spittin in mics; the kid's profession Movin crowds give my dick the, hardest erection Clouds of smoke, burners and shit, that's

there?s someone there...ah ah Don?t you know.....ahum Well you know there?s a place Way down deep Where I hide I?m in trouble.....ahum It?s a garden

there?s someone there...ah ah Don?t you know.....ahum Well you know there?s a place Way down deep Where I hide I?m in trouble.....ahum It?s a garden

on the wall, memorial plate, cause fate called The body hauled into the garden, the problem solved Only if the corpse is found and undissolved [Duke:] Now it's

as soldier's gun possession Not to mention, spittin in mics; the kid's profession Movin crowds give my dick the, hardest erection Clouds of smoke, burners and shit, that's

there?s someone there...ah ah Don?t you know.....ahum Well you know there?s a place Way down deep Where I hide I?m in trouble.....ahum It?s a garden