| There’s a seed for every season
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| That will meet the back that bends
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| A hunger that only harvest mends
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| And so you take the plow, tear into the earth
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| Tend and toil the red earth soil
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| Don’t care how much it hurts
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| You take the fight every time, you know
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| Blood that’s drawn from a rose grown in your own garden
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| River flows from a perfect pardon
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| If you barely scratch the surface
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| Then you don’t know a thing
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| You don’t know the tenderness it brings
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| Until you take the blow firmly on the chin
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| Adrenaline flows and finally you know
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| This is where your life begins
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| Take the fight every time, you know
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| Blood that’s drawn from a rose grown in your own garden
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| River flows from a perfect pardon
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| Some’ll pray for safety, others shelter from the rain, but
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| They don’t know the joy that it can bring
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| I won’t hide away, no, 'cause nothing grows
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| Nothing grows without the water from the storm, you know
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| Blood that’s drawn from a rose grown in your own garden
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| River flows from a perfect pardon
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| Blood that’s drawn from a rose grown in your own garden
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| River flows from a perfect pardon
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| Perfect pardon |