Sprout

	  		

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She came in the night on the ninth of October  
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They looked me in my red eyes and said she won't last  
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We all knew that she should've slept until mid-December  
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When it comes to the lot I have learned, I can't count on the cast  

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That night a vision came  
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At the same time both vivid and vague  
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Of a father looking on  
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As he burns to the ground the house that he made  

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When I woke, I had been slain in the spirit of reason 
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Bap-tized in the rolling dark waters of doubt  
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'Cause I'm told it's your will to withhold, but it feels like treason  
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A rain cloud refusing to pour in a season of drought  

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That night a vision came  
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At the same time both vivid and vague  
      F             Am 
Of a father looking on  
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As he burns to the ground the house that he made 

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And I heard him say  
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It was well on its way  
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Just look how it swayed  
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How it crumbled and caved  
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As the crimson glow of the fire caught his eye  
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I could tell he could hear, as well could I  
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That along with the crackle and growl of the fire  
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Came a call quite small from inside--  
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I'm in here alive  

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But now, a child is born, she is bent but not broken 
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A spark, a seed and a sprout  
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A miracle or catastrophe  
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This child who's orphaned her family