| What to place in the garden?
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| How can it be lost?
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| Move now it’s your foot-sound on the pathway
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| (Let's get to work now)
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| Listen
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| Up and at 'em
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| The eve of destruction we dug in the substratum
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| And sowed the seeds of our sweet sacrilege, madam
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| A worm’s wisdom in this fine establishment
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| Basking in refracted light
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| Baffled by the fickle facts of life
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| From the jackals in our minds to the systematic strife
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| They’re sleight of hand magicians who assist the sacrifice
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| Divide and conquer, find a spine to stick a jagged knife
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| Ask 'em nicely, Why the iron juggernaut’s fist?
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| Why the struggle for control, the subtle plot-twist?
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| The wolves in the woods, the blood for profit
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| The same fluid that they used to water southern crops with
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| Gridlocked, chip off the old block
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| Tried to shed some light on controlled thought
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| And tripped off the soap box
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| Kicked rocks down a desolate road
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| While old scratch sold 'em dreams at the medicine show
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| Let’s go
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| (Daybreak)
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| Daybreak
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| (I see the sun rise in the sky)
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| The soil is crusted over with rain
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| And with the memory of dawn
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| (Daybreak)
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| We have translated each other into light
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| (I shake the sleep out of my eyes)
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| Planets roll out of your eyes and splash down
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| Big trees, small axe
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| They cracked then collapsed
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| We used every scrap to bridge gaps
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| Watch 'em twist facts, work their witchcraft
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| Brandish pitchforks
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| And shape your image out of candlestick wax
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| Watch 'em try to quantify his soul
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| And the state of mind that I’m in
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| The principles of light and dark at play inside a shaman
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| The words wrote themselves, I sat still and listened
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| To the source that expands and contracts in my field of vision
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| Soul search, where the wild flowers grow crows perch
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| And ghosts lurk below the cold earth, I know my own worth
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| When day breaks, we’ll watch the world come alive
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| Odd things in God’s dreams
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| Lost in the patterns on a moth’s wings
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| My love resides on the other side
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| She pulled shadows out my chest and helped me to shake the sleep from my eyes
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| At sunrise we can finally see the light clear
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| Slept on a bed of nails, woke up from a nightmare
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| (Daybreak)
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| Arms pressed out against darkness
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| (I see the sun rise in the sky)
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| With the concrete flowers neither open nor closed
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| (Daybreak)
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| Wondering where the garden is
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| (I shake the sleep out of my eyes)
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| Blood, smeared across his face like a road accident
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| Morning
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| You feel great gushes of wind bellowing your lungs
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| Long have you been patient
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| Cradled among the innards of this being, who bears uncountable pain
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| So that you may breathe, the breath of life
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| Take up your crib, and walk |