God made me first
From the same dirt
Made me with thirst
And thoughts inside my brand new head
Oh, how we fought
'Cause I would not
Bend nor bow
And break in Adam's brand new bed
"She's making a mess of my garden lord"
Can't put me back, can't put me back
Can't put me back, can't put me
"She's crashing the stories I starred in, Lord"
Can't put me back, can't put me back
Can't put me back, can't put me
I made me grow
Reap, I don't sow
And soon, he'll know
That I will always put me first
So they will meet
Flesh out, plan B
My fruit, his tree
Will bring about the mighty fall
"She's making a mess of my garden lord"
Can't put me back, can't put me back
Can't put me back, can't put me
"She's crashing the stories I starred in, Lord"
Can't put me back, can't put me back
Can't put me back, can't put me
Barefoot in snow
To follow crows
I will not turn myself to look
He'll write me out
Blame me for drought
The seed of doubt
I will not change myself for you
"She's making a mess of my garden lord"
Can't put me back, can't put me back
Can't put me back, can't put me
"She's crashing the stories I starred in, Lord"
Can't put me back, can't put me back
Can't put me back, can't put me
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