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I was a small boy on Sundays we'd go to a place called the domain in Auckland and on top of the hill was the museum Well a friend of mine he was a friend of mine because he was bigger than me had me convinced it was the Queen's toilet Years went by and I figured he must have been wrong because the Queen was a long time between ablutions nineteen-fifty-four to nineteen-seventy-three Anyway just down from the museum is a place called the memorial greenhouse at least that's what I call it - yeah I remember feeding flies To little venus flytraps In the memorial greenhouse In the domain in Auckland town Lots of kids- We were bothersome Faces- Hand pressed against the window In my memorial greenhouse In the domain in Auckland town It was huge- it was pure Felt clean and green and I felt so secure In my memorial greenhouse In the domain in Auckland town- Yeah Then one night a little vandal broke in Messed with the pipes and the meters In the memorial greenhouse- Oh no And you know what happened then Everything died and it withered In the memorial greenhouse In the domain in Auckland town Sure enough in the paper next day The windows white with condensation- hmmm Father hid the paper from me He knew it would break my heart to see The memorial greenhouse Was gone Yeah- It was huge- it was pure Felt green and clean and I felt so secure In my memorial greenhouse m-m-m-m-m-m-m-ahhhh They're messin' with the pipes and the meters They're messin' with the pipes and the meters They're messin' with the pipes and the meters Messin' with the pipes and the meters |
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