| There’s sap in the trees if you tap 'em
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| There’s blood on the seas if you map 'em
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| Christian, if you see your papa, tell him I love him
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| He taught me to love in the wild and fight in the gym
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| He taught me the bottle gives birth to the cup
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| And you won’t get hurt if you just keep your hands up
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| And stand tall like sycamores
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| Sycamore got to grow down to grow up
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| Young roots toil the soil like baby’s first cup
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| And when they bend you in two
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| And say too green for the fire
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| When all you want to do is be a part of the fire
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| All you want to do is be the fire part of fire
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| Like sycamores
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| There’s sap in the trees if you tap 'em
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| There’s blood on the seas if you map 'em
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| Christian, when I see your papa, I’ll tell him you love him
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| And remember to love in the wild and fight in the gym
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| Remember the bottle gives birth to the cup
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| And you won’t get hurt if you just keep your hands up
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| And stand tall like sycamores |