| Sun power glow
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| And the showers flow
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| Make the flowers grow
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| In my garden
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| Rich soil to sow
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| Can’t spoil this show
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| Boys and girls say «ho»
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| In my garden
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| Plant the seed indeed
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| We’ll sprout plenty to feed
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| This tree’s never falling
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| Now pull that weed up
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| And turn the beat up
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| Dig deep, my darling
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| In this garden, we all put our part in
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| Cultivate, accumulate, I’m fully starving
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| No bullies barge in around here arguing
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| This a peaceful space, when the ground hardens
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| Loosen the earth, make it soft again
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| Trying to yield a healthy crop, lots of them
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| Go on, raise the beds up, don’t box them in
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| We’ve got to leave room to expand and blossom
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| My friends, try this fruit, it’s awesome
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| Then, let’s talk to the plants and breathe oxygen
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| We giving them love and getting it back from them
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| The cycle repeats, that’s how our lives will extend
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| Keep rising, to the top, enterprising
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| Sinner inner out, when it’s easy on the eyes then
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| Make it easy on the mind too
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| Use a garden, you got to help shape and refine you
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| Sun power glow
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| And the showers flow
|
| Make the flowers grow
|
| In my garden
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| Rich soil to sow
|
| Can’t spoil this show
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| Boys and girls say «ho»
|
| In my garden
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| Plant the seed indeed
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| We’ll sprout plenty to feed
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| This tree’s never falling
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| Now pull that weed up
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| And turn the beat up
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| Dig deep, my darling
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| I’ll raise babies 'til I’m pushing up daisies
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| Composting the earth, or someone cremates me
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| Put my ashes in the atmosphere
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| 'Til we come back on that fresher this year
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| Stepping in, trimming leaves and stems
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| What’s left is so potent, wanna breathe it in
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| We grew this season’s seasoning
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| Hybrid, non-organic if we leave it to them
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| But we don’t, you can’t clone this
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| Can’t patent our actions in fact
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| When they ask, tell them we own this shit
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| From germination
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| Determined to learn and earn our own ways
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| Yearning greatness
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| So all you aphids
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| Won’t get to taste this
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| Truth is you’re herbicide
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| And I spray the mist
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| Sssss, from a culture sustained
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| We get no enemy like rain
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| Sun power glow
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| And the showers flow
|
| Make the flowers grow
|
| In my garden
|
| Rich soil to sow
|
| Can’t spoil this show
|
| Boys and girls say «ho»
|
| In my garden
|
| Plant the seed indeed
|
| We’ll sprout plenty to feed
|
| This tree’s never falling
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| Now pull that weed up
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| And turn the beat up
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| Dig deep, my darling |