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There's blood in the sky |
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It bleeds from the land |
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Behind those eyes |
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Diamonds turn to sand |
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Such a beautiful fall |
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I saw the surface break |
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The water's so cold |
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Your body shakes |
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On a stormy day |
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The clouds move |
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Too fast to see |
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The shapes, they make |
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Or how they wrap |
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Our little world right up |
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I'm in your garden |
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But I want a forest |
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I'm in God's garden |
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I'll make it a forest |
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I'll make it a forest |
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You cut your ideas |
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In your own way |
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The silly little plans |
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The games you play |
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You try to make me lose faith |
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We're all made that way |
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There's a diamond in the rough |
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There's a needle in the hay |
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On a stormy day |
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The clouds move |
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Too fast to see |
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The shapes, they make |
|
Or how they wrap |
|
Our little world right up |
|
I'm in your garden |
|
But I want a forest |
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I'm in God's garden |
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I'll make it a forest |
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I'm in your garden |
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But I want a forest |
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I'm in God's garden |
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I'll make it a forest |
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I'll make it a forest |
