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[ Buck/Drew/Gustafson/Augustyniak/Merchant ]
We are the roses in the garden, beauty with thorns among our leaves.
To pick a rose you ask your hands to bleed.
What is the reason for having roses when your blood is shed carelessly?
It must be for something more than vanity.
Believe me, the truth is we're not honest, not the people that we dream.
We're not as close as we could be.
Willing to grow but rains are shallow.
Barren and wind-scattered seed on stone and dry land, we will be.
Waiting for the light arisen to flood inside the prison.
And in that time kind words alone will teach us, no bitterness will reach us.
Reason will be guided another way.
All in time, but the clock is another demon that devours our time in Eden, in our Paradise.
Will our eyes see well beneath us, flowers all divine?
Is there still time?
If we wake and discover in life a precious love, will that waking become more heavenly?
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Sandra : Change you're mind
Change your mind
We getting closer
Change your mind
We can closer
Change your mind
We can closer
These eyes that shine
Are telling the story
I change your mind
All I need is time
Till' I show you
Where I wann-
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You think you know me
But you're wrong
To late for questions
When I'm gone
So if you're hear me I'll explain
I need your confort
Not you're blame
Change you're mind
We can get closer
These eyes that shin-
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Are telling the story
I change your mind
All I need is time
Till' I show you
Where I wanna be
How can you ever be so sure
I will adjust if any law
All I'm defending is my world
Do you believe in all you heard?
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