Tires type black
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Where the blacktop cracks
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Weeds spark through
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Dark green enough to be blue
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When the mysteries we believe in
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Aren't dreamed enough to be true
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Some side with the leaves
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Some side with the seeds
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The treetops nod
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the rain applauds
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The park grows dark
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And the swings all slowly die
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But you and I will be undefeated
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by agreeing to disagree
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No one wins but the thieves
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so why side with anything
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The streetlights glow
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Comes and goes
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When the sun comes back
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As we all can plainly see
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Embracing the situation
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Is our only chance to be free
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I'll side with you
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If you side with me
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Side With The Seeds
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| Wilco |
