| Where did I get these blood stained knees?
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| I don’t recall ever bowing down to anyone, or anything
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| Maybe it all just goes to show
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| Sometimes your heart doesn’t end up where your body goes
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| So it’s unknown where to call home
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| Am I the rotten fruit hanging from my family tree?
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| Did I plan to reap the harvest long before I ever sowed the seeds?
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| We don’t get to choose when it is we burst and bloom
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| Years ago I’d disagree, perhaps the will is not so free
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| When will I be the best I can?
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| I don’t believe wishing ever made a better man, or even could
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| What if I bend until I break
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| Could I repair any wounds I know I would have made
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| So I might roam this earth alone
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| Am I the rotten fruit hanging from my family tree?
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| Did I plan to reap the harvest long before I ever sowed the seeds?
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| We don’t get to choose when it is we burst and bloom
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| Years ago I’d disagree, perhaps the will is not so free
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| Am I the rotten fruit hanging from my family tree?
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| Did I plan to reap the harvest long before I ever sowed the seeds?
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| We don’t get to choose when it is we burst and bloom
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| Years ago I’d disagree, perhaps the will is not so free |