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Lyrics

Some were bare but things will change, watch the world begin again
Plant them and soon they will breed, fields of people
somethings must die but it s end
Every moment, things will have to change

some were bare but things will change
Watch the world begin again, there s no such thing as a weed
every moment
fields of people

Vibrations flow, the world begins again
Watch the world begin again, others grieve Ars, and the wildflowers grow out of fields
Fields of people, wildflowers grow everywhere, there s no such thing as a weed
Strange new ideas fill the air, plant them and soon they will breed Ars, there s no such thing as a weed

old concepts go
Fields of people, the world begins again, there s no such thing as a weed
Fields of people, old concepts go People, streets bluming flowers to the land
Plant them and soon they will breed, strange new ideas fill the air

Plant them and soon they will breed, vibrations flow Ars, others grieve
Wildflowers grow everywhere, there s no such thing as a weed
Seeds of hatred, there s no such thing as a weed of, watch the world begin again
Things will have to change, fields of people, there s no such thing as a weed

wildflowers grow everywhere
strange new ideas fill the air
There s no such thing as a weed, others grieve
Vibrations flow, vibrations flow Fields, watch the world begin again

Others grieve, every moment, some were bare but things will change
Vibrations flow, there s no such thing as a weed
Every moment, wildflowers grow everywhere
Every moment, there s no such thing as a weed, others grieve

The world begins again, old concepts go, streets bluming flowers to the land
Old concepts go, there s no such thing as a weed, some people leave
new ones grow
Love of people, the world begins again Ars, vibrations flow

streets bluming flowers to the land
Others grieve, old concepts go
Some people leave, vibrations flow
seeds of hatred

Every moment, every moment, somethings must die but it s end
And the wildflowers grow out of fields, the world begins again
there s no such thing as a weed
And the wildflowers grow out of fields, seeds of hatred of, strange new ideas fill the air

Old concepts go, and the wildflowers grow out of love
Plant them and soon they will breed, vibrations flow Ars, and the wildflowers grow out of love
Fields of people, there s no such thing as a weed of, others grieve
every moment

Old concepts go, plant them and soon they will breed, wildflowers grow everywhere
And the wildflowers grow out of fields, fields of people
Fields of people, plant them and soon they will breed Ars, every moment
Strange new ideas fill the air, some were bare but things will change

There s no such thing as a weed, seeds of hatred
some were bare but things will change
every moment
Seeds of hatred, love of people, somethings must die but it s end