| Between the seams that line your living room
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| A vine of ivy’s pushing her way through
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| And as she creeps along, she sinks her roots
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| Into the cracks, and pulls 'em back until the structure’s coming loose
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| And the way the shadows on the wall are cast
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| Look like a twisted apparition from the past
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| And all the memories come flooding fast
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| A wilderness you kinda miss, but were taught you ought to cut it back
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| So you shut it out
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| You shout it down
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| Until you’re all white-knuckled
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| You got a lot to learn, if you’d settle down
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| Let be what is, let be what isn’t
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| It’s a natural world in which we’re living
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| And if you let it alone, it will surely grow
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| Just leave it alone, child, and let it go
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| And when all your ziggurats have crumbled down
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| And every stone is thrown like seeds across the ground
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| A new Arcadia will come around
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| And multiply until the binds of death have been unwound
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| So don’t you shut it out
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| Don’t you shout it down
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| And get your feathers ruffled
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| You got a lot to learn, if you’d just settle down
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| And let the river run its course
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| 'Cause see, the ground all around
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| It was always holy
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| Leave the ruins where they fall
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| Leave them all
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| And let the wild take over |