[Hook: Mackenzie Gault]
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The rose and the thistle, well they both have thorns
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They both have thorns, they both have thorns
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The rose and the thistle, well they both have thorns
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And they grow in the garden where your love was born
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The rose and the thistle, well they both have thorns
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They both have thorns, they both have thorns
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The rose and the thistle, well they both have thorns
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And they grow in the garden where your love was born
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[Verse 1: Brer Rabbit]
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I'm between a rock and a hard place
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Your thought and your heart's space
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Meant no for nothing, like a pick in an empty guitar case
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Follow you like a car chase
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To the part where we stargaze the plot in your garden
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I see your world view like Marvin the Martian
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Your part of the solution's, my part of the problem
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If you stop to smell the roses I know we can solve them
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As the world keeps revolving, let's keep on evolving
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A natural selection like Wallace and Darwin
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Grow grey like Steve Martin, in old age be radiocarbon
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Getting to half our lives together, when the great part gets started
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To keep it short I'm glad you were born, let's keep flowing together through thistle and thorn
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[Hook]
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[Verse 2: Johnny 5]
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The Rose and the thistle, they both have thorns
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Took note of this when I woke this morn'
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Sun rise came in as one bright ray and the place on the wall where it shone was warm
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And the shadow cast was like a battleaxe so I grabbed it fast and I smashed the glass
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And I crawled through the shards and I found myself in a beautiful garden
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With petals, bulbs, nettles, mulch, hibiscus, delphinidins, ferns, christmas bells, geraniums
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Jack in the pulpit, baby's breath, lily of the Nile, a star of Bethlehem
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A brilliant child being poked at and scorned, the rose and the thistle they both have thorns
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[Brer Rabbit]
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Hey Mary, begging your pardon, what pretty flowers grow in your garden?
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Let's lie back, in the lilacs, meander in the lavender
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Get silly in the lilies, dancing under oleanders
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Holy molly holding hands, snap dragon tantrums
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And open up the irises, humming summer anthems
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He loves me not will forget me not, looking for the answers
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He loves me not will forget me not, looking for the answers
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[Hook]
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The Rose And The Thistle
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