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Seeds
作词：Ian Alexander Smith
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
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
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Searching for reason or digging for gold
Oh yes, leave me the prettiest mask
We were seeds in the garden
That were never, ever to grow
You were the ocean and I was the desert
Ooo, oh, oh, oh, oh
We were seeds in the garden
That were never, ever to grow
You were the ocean and I was
We were seeds in the garden
That were never, ever to grow
You were the ocean and I was the desert
Ooo, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh ooo, oh
Oh, oh, oh
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