| The tree grows where it’s planted
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| Roots wide underneath
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| No matter how many storms pass it
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| The apple never falls far from the tree
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| The tree reaches up with its branched
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| Spring-time comes, blossoming
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| Early autumn the leaves are dancin'
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| And in the winter, there’s wood for heat
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| I’ve tried leaving and bein'
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| Somethin' I that was never meant to be
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| And I’ve tried stayin' ever-changing
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| And standing in one place just like that tree
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| The tree keeps watch, always swaying
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| A silent friend remembering
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| Hidden secrets, children play
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| In the shade of its canopy
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| I’ve tried leaving and bein'
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| Somethin' I that was never meant to be
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| And I’ve tried stayin' ever-changing
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| And standing in one place just like that tree
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| The tree grows where it’s planted
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| And that’s the fate of a fallin' seed
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| No matter how many times I’ve denied it
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| The apple never falls far from the tree
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| The apple never falls far from the tree |