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Bring me back to the time again when the fire is wild and the summer's red |
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And you walk through weeds just to make a garden |
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We loved too much and we loved too hard |
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And it went too fast and |
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I went too far |
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Nothing could have stopped me back then |
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And I'm back to my childhood |
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I can't believe |
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I was running |
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But wasn't running from anything, anything yet. |
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Well, the root still grows in the concrete fine |
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And you never think you'll run out of time |
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The root still grows least that's what |
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I'm told Though the tree is scared of heights. |
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Don't look down it's been 15 years |
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How did I get so far from what |
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I hold dear |
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But I didn't think |
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I would need to think much |
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The air this high makes it hard to breathe |
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And all I wanted was something |
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I could believe in |
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Now I believe that when you're leavin me you're still here |
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And the grass will be scorched in the summer's sting |
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And we'll dance there, like it's not seeing anything, anything yet.. |
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And the root still grows in the concrete fine |
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And you never think you'll run out of time |
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The root still grows further than |
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I know Though the tree is scared of heights |
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Well I still wait for anyone to keep their words |
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It's like trying to start a fire that could not be burned |
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So if you wanna cut me down you better aim low |
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And you look at me like |
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I should've pleased ya |
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And you look at me like |
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I still should need ya |
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And I need too much, you need to much to need this |
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To need this |
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To need this |
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To need this wooa woooooa |
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To need this |
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To need this |
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To need this wooa wooooa |
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To need this |
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To need this to need this? |
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And the root still grows in the concrete fine |
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And we never think we'll run out of time |
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And the root still goes further than you know |
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The root still goes further than you know |
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The root still grows least that's what |
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I'm told Though the tree is scared of heights |
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Hmm. Eh hey. |
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Hmm. Eh hey. |
