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These weeds keep poppin up |
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You thought you'd killed them all last week |
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Cause you dowsed them with that poison |
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Whose label read extra strength |
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But sure enough they're still there |
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Just as green as they'd been before |
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Strangling all the flowers |
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You'd created that garden for |
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You've tried all the external fix-it remedies |
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And you've exhausted every ounce of your own strength |
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But until you dig deep enough to find the root |
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All you're doin is, all you're doin is yankin out the leaves |
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You say, my sin keeps poppin up |
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Thought I'd killed it all last week |
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Cause I told myself I could stop it all |
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And I prayed I'd be released |
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But sure enough it's still there |
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Just the same as it'd been before |
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Distracting you from righteousness |
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And rotting out your solid core |
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My garden was once my favorite part about this place |
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Its beauty overshadowed all others in this town |
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You see, I hired a man to care for it and keep it |
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And he was the best gardener around |
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But soon my old pride got to thinkin |
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About doin' this job on my own. |
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I fired the man that perfectly had kept it |
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And that's when these weeds started a grow'n |
