Soldiers of fortune that do conceal
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Everything they're afraid to show
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Everything they once gave now paid to steal
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Oh, the seeds we sow
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Soldiers of Fortune in paradise
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Have to tell ourselves let go
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Running through their veins with water cold as ice
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Oh, the seeds we sow
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Oh, ta, ta, ta
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Oh, ta, ta, ta
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Sweet things, pretty things are dying
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In the penny arcade of Edgar Allan Poe
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Medicine men have all gone spying
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Oh, the seeds we sow
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Had a dream that you reached for me in the night
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Touched me soft and slow
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Everything was wrong but everything was right
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Oh, the seeds we sow
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Oh, ta, ta, ta
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Oh, ta, ta, ta
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Oh, ta, ta, ta
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Oh, ta, ta, ta
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Oh, oh, the seeds we sow
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Oh, oh, the seeds we sow
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Oh, oh, the seeds we sow
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Oh, the seeds we sow
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Seeds We Sow
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| Lindsey Buckingham |
