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Seeds Songtext
In the city it's a good place to play
Where there's no education
For the miserable ways of man
We are wicked, wicked man

And if we are just kids who've grown
Searching for reason or digging for gold
Oh yes
Leave me the prettiest mask
[Chorus]
We were seeds in the garden
That were never, ever to grow
You were the ocean
And I was the desert

When you were young, your soul was on fire
You carried potential of a monumental mold
Oh, were you ever told'

And if we are just kids who've grown
Searching for reason or digging for gold
Oh yes
Leave me the prettiest mask

[Chorus: x3]
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