| Soldiers of fortune they do conceal
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| Everything they’re afraid to show
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| Everything they once gave now they just steal
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| Oh, the seeds we sow
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| Soldiers of Fortune in paradise
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| Had to let ourselves let go Running through our veins was water cold as ice
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| Oh, the seeds we sow
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| Oh, ta, ta, ta Oh, ta, ta, ta Sweet things, pretty things are dying
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| In the penny arcade of Edgar Allan Poe
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| Medicine men have all gone off spying
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| Oh, the seeds we sow
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| I had a dream that you reached for me in the night
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| Touched me soft and slow
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| Everything was wrong but everything was right
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| Oh, the seeds we sow
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| Oh, ta, ta, ta Oh, ta, ta, ta Oh, ta, ta, ta Oh, ta, ta, ta Oh, oh, the seeds we sow
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| Oh, oh, the seeds we sow
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| Oh, oh, the seeds we sow
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| Oh, the seeds we sow |