| This walk through life is harder than it used to be
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| We’re scorching weeds to keep them from growing
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| The acid soil, pulling up roots, relocate
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| To a garden bed that’s fertile and free
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| But watch what you’re stepping on
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| And who veils the light
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| Well, there’s always a weasel or two
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| And the snake’s out at night
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| But I’ll turn towards the sun
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| Feel so at ease, and I beg your pardon
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| Roam, but never run
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| Ditch old routines or the heart will harden
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| Once they stood battered and bruised with hell below
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| When witches bloom it’s time to fell
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| The autumn wind blows with a sign of what’s to come
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| Rake those leaves and draw the blinds
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| You’ve always been what you’re becoming
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| And I can’t bear to watch
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| So I’ll turn towards the sun
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| Feel so at ease, and I beg your pardon
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| Roam, but never run
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| Ditch old routines or the heart will harden
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| Babe, if we were strolling
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| Through the memories
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| You can’t pollinate the good ones
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| Or somehow pull the bad
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| We set them up, and watch them fall away
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| Fall away
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| So I’ll turn towards the sun
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| Feel so at ease, and I beg your pardon
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| Roam, but never run
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| Ditch old routines or the heart will harden
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| Hey, without ever knowing you
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| We were hand in hand
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| Sowing seeds of future
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| So many plans were made
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| We set them up, now watch them fall away
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| Babe, if we were strolling
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| Through the memories
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| You can’t pollinate the good ones
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| Or somehow pull the bad
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| We set them up, and watch them fall away
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| Fall away |