| A vine in the cracks of a life’s work
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| Shifting and flowing up
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| To find purpose under the sun
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| A moment of reprieve for the art born from the dirt that’ll tear it all down
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| You can’t fault the natural order of things
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| Yeah, someday these bones will be dust beneath a sprawling city of human
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| achievement
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| Flowing up for a place under the sun
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| Do you see it now?
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| The gold on your back weighing you down?
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| Come down
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| Do you see it now, do you see it?
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| Pride is a cancer born from the cracks and crawling skyward
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| I have been you, the shell on the street corner with change
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| A sunset car ride with a bottle of meds, or is it the canopy and rooftops?
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| A burst of soft color and a haze on your limbs
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| Do you see it now?
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| The gold on your back weighing you down
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| Come down
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| Do you see it now, do you see it? |
| (x2)
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| Now, do you see it now, do you see it?
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| The vines will come for you
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| They always do, they came for me too
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| Gravity may not be a law but all things will find ground
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| Pride is a cancer born from the cracks and crawling skyward
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| I have been you, the shell on the street corner with change
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| Hungry hands
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| The vines will come for you
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| They always do, they came for me too
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| Gravity may not be a law but all things will find ground
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| We all know it exists (x3)
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| Do you see it now, do you see it?
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| Do you see it now, do you see it? |
| (x2)
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| Laid out under the orange red
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| Sun showers in your head on the palms soaked rooftops you’ll never find
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| Begging for death from the cancer of pride
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| On that empty street corner I’ll keep walking
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| I will leave you behind |