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Thistle & Weeds |
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Spare me your judgements and spare me your dreams |
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Cause recently mine have been tearing my seams |
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I sit alone in this winter clarity which clouds my mind |
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Alone in the wind and the rain you left me |
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It's getting dark darling, too dark to see |
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And I'm on my knees, and your faith in shreds, it seems |
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Corrupted by the simple sniff of riches blown |
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I know you have felt much more love than you've shown |
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And I'm on my knees and the water creeps to my chest |
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But plant your hope with good seeds |
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Don't cover yourself with thistle and weeds |
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Rain down, rain down on me |
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Look over your hills and be still |
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The sky above us shoots to kill |
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Rain down, rain down on me |
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But I will hold on |
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I will hold on hope |
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I begged you to hear me, there's more than flesh and bones |
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Let the dead bury the dead, they will come out in droves |
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But take the spade from my hands and fill in the holes you've made |
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But plant your hope with good seeds |
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Don't cover yourself with thistle and weeds |
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Rain down, rain down on me |
