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Lyricist: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 Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com 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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