| Inside of every heart, there is a seed
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| My mama watered mine, and raised me to be
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| A rose, a rose, or some greater thing
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| Mama, you’re beautiful to me
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| Oh my daddy, I want you to know
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| Your little, baby girl became that rose
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| The bloom, the bloom blushed deeper red
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| With every drop of sacrifice you bled
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| There’s no growing without any pain
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| There’s no flowers without the rain
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| We are bound together by blood that’s flowing through us
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| And that’s the way it is with love
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| I have a vision, a hope and a dream
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| I see a hill, across a healing stream
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| Where the rose arose, to set us free
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| And the cross became a family tree
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| There’s no growing without any pain
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| There’s no flowers without the rain
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| We are bound together by blood that’s flowing through us
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| And that’s the way it is with love
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| Circle of God turns around
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| And turns us into special things, somehow
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| And one day we’ll hold little flowers of our own
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| And we’ll sacrifice so that they can grow
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| 'Cause there’s no growing without any pain
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| There’s no flowers without the rain
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| We are bound together by blood that’s flowing through us
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| And that’s the way it is with love
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| There’s no growing without any pain
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| There’s no flowers without the rain
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| We are bound together by blood that’s flowing through us
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| And that’s the way it is with love
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| That’s the way, that’s the way, that’s the way it is with love
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| That’s the way, that’s the way, that’s the way it is with love
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| That’s the way that’s the way that’s the way it is with love |