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Love, spread out like seeds |
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Somebody walked away from landscape poverty |
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I came to find you |
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I came to see the beauty underway |
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That bloomed love, energy |
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And it turns around like you |
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And it turns around like me |
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Into something new |
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But the only thing I see |
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I see you, I see you |
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I see you, always struggling |
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To find some gentle song |
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Some mode of simple trust |
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and ways to understand |
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These reaching orchards |
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Of broken fame |
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Grown deep inside of us |
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By forced and troubled hands |
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I see you, I see you |
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I see you, always struggling |
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I see you, I see you |
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I see you, always struggling |
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To find the sun |
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Reaching down through shadowed brush (?) |
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Breaking off the bitter branch |
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Twisted roots like tans (?) |
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Dreams of all these spotlit kings (?) |
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Drinking up the light |
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Like California redwoods |
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Splitting up the night |
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And it turns around like you |
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And it turns around like me |
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All the talking we could do |
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Oh if only we could be |
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A real life version of you |
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A real life version of you |
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And a real life version of me |
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A real life version of me |
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I see you, I see you |
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I see you, always struggling |
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I see you, I see you |
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I see you, always struggling |
