| Cut your branches at the root
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| That long have grown that bitter fruit
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| Cut your branches at the root
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| That only gave me bitter fruit
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| I was conceived in a red cage, from a wild love
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| I am the seed of a dead age, gone viral
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| Those feelings I’ve tried to shake, all my life long
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| But the demons I’m keeping are hard to face
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| When you hide them, so long
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| I gotta cut you at the root
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| I gotta save my soul from the bad in you
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| I gotta cut you through and through
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| You only ever gave me bitter fruit
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| Oh and it grew like a shockwave
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| And I was blindsided, oh oh
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| The fruit that your love gave
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| Poisoned my mind up, oh oh
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| I cut your branches at the root
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| I gotta save my soul from the things you do
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| I cut your branches through and through
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| But still I only taste that bitter fruit
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| Down to the bone
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| All my love was cut in a single blow
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| Gone, and I know
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| All my love was cut in the seed I sowed
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| I could pray, but can’t you see
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| The kind of things I pray for are cursing me
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| I could pray, but can’t you see
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| The kind of things I pray for
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| The kind of things I need
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| I cut your branches at the root
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| That only ever gave me bitter fruit
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| I cut your branches through and through
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| But still I only taste that bitter fruit
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| I could pray, but can’t you see
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| The kind of things I pray for are cursing me
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| I could pray, but can’t you see
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| The kind of things I pray for
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| The kind of things I need
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| Cut your branches at the root
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| That long have grown that bitter fruit
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| Cut your branches at the root
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| That only gave me bitter fruit
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| Cut your branches at the root
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| That long have grown that bitter fruit
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| Cut your branches at the root
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| That only gave me bitter fruit |