| Don’t turn your back on me now
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| I’ve seen it coming for a while
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| Don’t turn your back on me now
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| This man is not an isle
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| A wandering man I’ve always been
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| Walking the outsides looking in
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| A wandering man I’ve always been
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| I still chase a home in the wind
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| Even if every word is a lie
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| All poison and sharp teeth
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| Even if every word is a lie
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| I still hear your cries beneath
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| Like blood spilt upon the ground
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| Brings the earth to life anew
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| I spill my blood upon the ground
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| And I revive my roots to you
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| The Leaves may have fallen
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| And the branches left to rot
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| But we’re still bound together
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| Heart to heart, Root to Root
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| Roots grown strong as life
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| All intertwined and tied
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| Roots grown strong as life
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| Still withers under pride
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| In a world that wants us dead
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| And burnt from the ground
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| In a world that wants us dead
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| It’s kin where hope is found
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| The Leaves may have fallen
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| And the branches left to rot
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| But we’re still bound together
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| Heart to heart‚ Root to Root |