These weeds keep poppin up
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I thought I¡¯d killed them all last week
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Cause I dowsed them with this poison
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Whose label read extra strength
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But sure enough they¡¯re still there
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Just as sure as they¡¯d been before
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Strangling all the flowers
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I'd created this garden for
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But I've tried all the external fix-it remedies
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And I've exhausted every ounce of my own strength
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But until I dig down deep enough to find the root
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All I'm doin is, all I'm doin is yankin out the leaves
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You say your sin keeps poppin up
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You thought you¡¯d killed it all last week
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Because you told yourself you'd stop it all
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And you prayed that you'd be released
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But sure enough it's still there
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Just as sure as it¡¯d been before
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Distracting you from righteousness
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And rotting out your solid core
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Cause you've tried all the external fix-it remedies
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And you've exhausted every ounce of your own strength
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But until you dig down deep enough to find the root
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All you're doin is, all you're doin is yankin out the leaves
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My garden was once my favorite part about this town
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Its beauty overshadowed all others in this place
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You see, I hired a man to care for it and keep it that way
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He was the best gardener around
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But soon my old pride got to thinkin
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About doin' this job on my own.
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I fired the man that perfectly kept it
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And that¡¯s when the weeds started a grow¡¯n
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Cause I've tried all the external fix-it remedies
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And I've exhausted every ounce of my own strength
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But until I dig down deep enough to find the root
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All I'm doin is, yankin out the leaves
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External Fix-It Remedies
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Matt Wertz |