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作曲 : Tom Byrne/Igor Serokvasha |
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On beds of roses lies the scent of oblivion |
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Yet its thorns prick everyone |
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Oh, little seed what soil did you plant yourself in? |
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As the rain pitter-patters, it pools and gathers |
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To your roots and to your limbs |
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We wanted to thrive but now we're overgrown |
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Swallowing all our old hopes |
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Cut us down, we'll rise again slow |
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Wilt for me flower, I'll replant you too |
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From the soil to the seed, you'll be nourished endlessly |
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When the planets all align and the sun is high |
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You'll bloom and come into your own |
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To plant your feet, become unsown |
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So little sprout don't go and spread yourself thin |
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Think of every dirt patch as a new beginning |
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And every seed as our kin |
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All brothers and sisters from a life below |
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Where the grass cuts like razors |
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So our spirits must learn to regrow |
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Wilt for me flower, I'll replant you too |
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From the soil to the seed, you'll be nourished endlessly |
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When the planets all align and the sun is high |
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You'll bloom and come into your own |
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To plant your feet, become unsown |
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So you have found a place to bloom |
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Yet wisteria has taken you |
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It en-wreaths you in its clasp even though so much nature |
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Has passed between its arms |
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I couldn't help but stay |
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I'll stay and... |
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I'll tend the garden for her |
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I'll become the sower |
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Wilt for me flower, I'll replant you too |
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From the soil to the seed, you'll be nourished endlessly |
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When the planets all align and the sun is high (Oh, the weeds how they grow) |
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You'll bloom and come into your own(In a garden begotten by woe) |
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To plant your feet, become unsown(Oh Mary, we've come unsown) |
