| i know your everything
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| well i know those tales you told
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| i smell them in the breeze
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| with every midnight break, i beg you take me please
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| i let my soul escape
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| well i let my blood run cold
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| so that my nerves would freeze
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| whatever it would take, to set my heart at ease
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| well later on it got so complicated
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| that little rock became the roots of hatred,
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| roots of hatred, roots of hatred, had me fallin'
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| fallin' apart, eatin', eatin' away all of my heart.
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| a secret hiding place
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| you said there’s very gold
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| under roots of all those trees
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| whatever it would take to set my heart at ease
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| well later on it got so complicated
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| that little rock became the roots of hatred,
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| roots of hatred, roots of hatred, had me fallin'
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| fallin' apart, eatin', eatin' away all of my heart. |