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Playing in the dirt |
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We find the seeds of doubt |
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Don't water them with your tears |
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Don't think about all the years |
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You'd rather be without |
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Eden lets me in |
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I find the seeds of love |
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And climb upon the high wire |
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I kiss and tell all my fears |
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Falling down the mountain |
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End up kissing dirt |
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Look a little closer |
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Sometimes it wouldn't hurt |
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Playing in the dirt |
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We find the seeds of fun |
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And we scream like alley cats |
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Tearing down what we attack |
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To prove that we are one |
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Cutting through the night |
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We find the seeds of lust |
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And lose our minds on one intent |
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These passions never seem to end |
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Falling down the mountain |
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End up kissing dirt |
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Look a little closer |
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Sometimes it wouldn't hurt |
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You know it wouldn't hurt, hey |
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Falling down the mountain |
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End up kissing dirt |
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Look a little closer |
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Sometimes it wouldn't hurt, yeah |
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Get up, get up, get up |
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Get up to the top, yeah |
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I'm falling down the mountain |
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End up kissing dirt, oh yeah |
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I'm falling, falling, yeah |
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Cutting through the night |
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We find the seeds of lust |
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And lose our minds on one intent |
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These passions never seem to end |
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Falling down the mountain |
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End up kissing dirt |
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Look a little closer |
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Sometimes it wouldn't hurt |
