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Side With The Seeds |
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Wilco |
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Tires type black |
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Where the blacktop cracks |
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Weeds spark through |
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Dark green enough to be blue |
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When the mysteries we believe in |
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Aren't dreamed enough to be true |
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Some side with the leaves |
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Some side with the seeds |
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The treetops nod |
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the rain applauds |
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The park grows dark |
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And the swings all slowly die |
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But you and I will be undefeated |
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by agreeing to disagree |
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No one wins but the thieves |
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so why side with anything |
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The streetlights glow |
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Comes and goes |
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When the sun comes back |
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As we all can plainly see |
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Embracing the situation |
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Is our only chance to be free |
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I'll side with you |
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If you side with me |
