| Early every year the seeds are growing
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| Unseen, unheard they lie beneath the ground
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| Would you know before their leaves are showing
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| That with weeds all your garden will abound?
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| If you close your eyes, stop your ears
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| Shut your mouth then how can you know?
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| For seeds you cannot hear may not be there
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| Seeds you cannot see may never grow
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| In January you’ve still got the choice
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| You can cut the weeds before they start to bud
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| If you leave them to grow high they’ll silence your voice
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| And in December you may pay with your blood
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| So close your eyes, stop your ears
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| Shut your mouth and take it slow
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| Let others take the lead and you bring up the rear
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| And later you can say you didn’t know
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| Every day another vulture takes flight
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| There’s another danger born every morning
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| In the darkness of your blindness the beast will learn to bite
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| How can you fight if you can’t recognise a warning?
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| Today you may earn a living wage
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| Tomorrow you may be on the dole
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| Though there’s millions going hungry you needn’t disengage
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| For it’s them, not you, that’s fallen in the hole
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| It’s alright for you if you run with the pack
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| It’s alright if you agree with all they do
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| If fascism is slowly climbing back
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| It’s not here yet so what’s it got to do with you?
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| The weeds are all around us and they’re growing
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| It’ll soon be too late for the knife
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| If you leave them on the wind that around the world is blowing
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| You may pay for your silence with your life
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| So close your eyes, stop your ears
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| Shut your mouth and never dare
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| And if it happens here they’ll never come for you
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| Because they’ll know you really didn’t care |