| Black seed growing bitter trees
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| Along endless miles of numb
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| To a land where nothin', nothin' is free
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| But a chance only left to some
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| Choices seem barer, understanding rarer
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| Indulge in the darker, inviting you farther
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| From where any light is left
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| Black seed growing bitter trees
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| Black seed yeah
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| Growing bitter trees yeah
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| Black seed swimming underneath
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| The enemy knows you so well
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| Laughing while crying, switching the real
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| With the farce he’s trying to sell
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| The comedy loses for the fool who uses
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| He does what he chooses and choice he abuses
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| His friends become preachers but life is a teacher
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| Pretty soon all the trees are fallin' down to their knees
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| For pleading with you for long
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| Black seed growing bitter trees
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| Black seed yeah
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| Growing bitter trees yeah… |