| What seed will grow and last
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| Penetrate the piles of trash
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| Ooh child, when everything you know…
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| Is images of broken dreams
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| Scattered hearts and vicious schemes
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| Ooh child, don’t you go…
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| Where dead trees cast no shadow
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| Blackbirds no relief, the dry stone… no spring of water
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| Only in your mother’s arms, you will be free
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| Only in your mother’s arms, you will be… UNBREAKABLE
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| If I could show you something else than the shadow, who follows you in the
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| morning
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| And who grows to meet you up at night
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| Intoxicated you come alive
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| In search for god, he passes you by Ooh child, ain’t that fate…
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| As dead trees cast no shadow
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| Blackbirds no relief, and the dry stone… no spring of water
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| Only in your mother’s arms, you will be free
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| Only when your high enough, you will be… unbreakable
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| Unbreakable… Unbreakable |