Fourth Floor

Intro: 
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(play twice) 
 
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On the fourth floor of the building 
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In a shallow window box 
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She's diggin' in the soil with a silver spoon 
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Her hands inside of her gloves 
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Plantin' seed, pullin' up weed 
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The cycle of life is complete 
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Who would have thought it, in a city of stone 
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Four floors above the street 
 
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I cannot tell what kind of flowers they are 
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I'm too far below on the street 
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But the colour they add to the building so drab 
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Bring a warm splash of welcome relief 
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Yeah it's somethin' worthwhile for the sun to shine on 
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A reason to radiate heat 
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Well that small window box it puts a skip in my feet 
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Four floors below on the street 
 
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For every good seed she plants in the soil 
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There's a dozen bad waiting to grow 
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To strangle the goodness she's trying to nurture 
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And kill all the seed that she's sown 
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Everytime you water the garden 
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You also water the weeds 
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Profound ministration(?) of sin and temptation 
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Four floors above the street 
 
(solos) 
 
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Some people don't understand why she does it 
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Some people look for a reason 
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Maybe she just likes the feel of the soil 
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Or, keepin' in tune with the seasons 
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Maybe she has so much pride in herself 
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Got to keep it all visually pleasing 
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Small paradise in a world of concrete 
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Four floors above the street 
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Small paradise in a world of concrete 
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Small paradise in a world of concrete 
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Small paradise in a world of concrete 
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Four floors Ay-bove the street 
 
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