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Temporary fulfillment, unsatisfying. |
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Between winter and summer, |
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Lukewarm, this is where i fall. |
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The flower teaches a lesson of life. |
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A garden left unattended |
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Is not far from the heart and mind. |
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The wind is needed to make |
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The tree grow stronger - |
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Higher and farther to its potential. |
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Distraction are what these demons call on. |
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The idols of the earth, they make their whores. |
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I beg for you. is this the state of my heart? |
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Revive the forest, the woods |
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That they may stand strong. |
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Purge all that is dead, |
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So that new life may grow. |
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I beg for freedom, a heathen |
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Asking for everything. |
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Lay me across the anvil. |
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Cool the fires of my vengeance. |
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Purge the heart and mold its shape. |
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Cover me in the blood. |
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The one cure for all our sickness. |
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The cure for sin and shame. |
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Malady of the spirit, a malady of my soul. |
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Even my lack of explanation is unsatisfying. |
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Bridge this void. |
