All this time
I thought [bad word] down was fine
Now everything I fought to grow
Is withered hanging on that vine
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And all I wanted
Was all I needed you know
And everything good in my life
If you have to take it all way
Oh, no, take it all away, oh, no no no...
Take it slow.

Everything I try to find
Is every love I'll never hold
And in your garden now
The weeds are choking seeds we've sown
 [bad word] 

Now you find
Your own savior for a time
And if you try my love
I hope you'll find your cure in time