| Hmm hmm hmm
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| Hmm hmm hmm
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| Depth over distance every time, my dear
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| And this tree of ours may grow tall in the woods
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| But it’s the roots that will bind us here
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| To the ground hmm
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| Hmm hmm
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| Depth over distance was all I asked of you
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| And I may be foolish to fall as I do
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| Still there’s strength in the blindness you fear
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| If you’re coming too, hmm
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| If you’re coming too, hmm
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| Hold on, wait until that lone sun
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| Breaks from the arms of the Lord hmm
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| Hold on, though we may be too young
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| To know this ride we’re on hmm
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| Depth over distance was all I asked of you
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| And everybody round here’s acting like a stone
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| Still there’s things I’d do, darling, I’d go blind for you
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| If you let grow sometimes, let it grow sometimes, let it grow
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| Just let it grow sometimes
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| Cause so hold on, wait until that lone sun
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| Breaks from the arms of the Lord, hmm
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| Oh hold on, though we may be too young
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| To know this ride we’re on, hmm
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| Oh hold on, though we may be too young
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| To know this ride we’re on (hmm hmm)
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| Oh Depth over distance every time, my dear
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| And I may be foolish to fall as I do
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| Still there’s strength in the blindness you fear
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| If you’re coming too da-ah
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| Oh if you’re coming too hmm
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| So hold on, wait until that lone sun
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| Breaks from the arms of the Lord, hmm ah
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| Hold on, though we may be too young
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| To know this ride we’re on
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| To know this ride
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| To know this ride we’re on
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| Hmm hmm hmm
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| Hmm hmm hmm
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| Hmm hmm hmm |