| These weeds keep popping up
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| I thought I killed them all last week
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| Because I dowsed them with that poison
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| Whose label read 'extra strength'
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| But sure enough they’re still there
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| Sure as they’d been before
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| Strangling all the flowers
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| I’ve created this garden for
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| I’ve tried all the external fix-it remedies
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| And I’ve exhausted every ounce of my own strength
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| But until I dig down deep enough to find the root
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| All I’m doing is yanking out the weeds
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| You say you’re sin keeps popping up
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| You thought you killed it all last week
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| Cause you told yourself you’d stop it all
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| And you prayed that you’d be released
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| But sure enough its still there
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| Sure as it had been before
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| Distracting you from righteousness
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| And rotting out your solid core
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| You’ve tried all the external fix-it remedies
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| And you’ve exhausted every ounce of your own strength
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| But until you dig down deep enough to find the root
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| All you’re doing is yanking out the weeds
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| My garden was once my favorite part of this place
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| It’s beauty overshadowed all others in this town
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| You see I hired a man to care for it and keep it
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| He was the best gardener around
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| But soon my old pride got to thinking
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| About doing this job on my own
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| I fired the man who perfectly kept it
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| And that’s when the weeds started growing
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| I’ve tried all the external fix-it remedies
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| And I’ve exhausted every ounce of my own strength
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| But until I dig down deep enough to find the root
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| All I’m doing is yanking out the weeds |