| I ripped down the roots and I salted the Earth,
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| I was hasty & hateful, brought out the worst
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| Weightin' in on my conscious is dead as a stone,
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| Solitary detachment like I haven’t known
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| The gossip & whispers, all carried your name
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| The passive aggression, deception relate
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| Now I guess that I’m paying for playin' my part,
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| You emptied me out when you hit it hard
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| Nothing will grow, here, now
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| No, no nothing will grow, here, now
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| Nothing will grow, here, now
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| Nothing will grow, here, now
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| The seeds that I sow go to waste in the dirt,
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| Bury attempts to unmade all the hurt
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| And I could tell by the contact,
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| you’ve made up your mind
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| Thoughtless I want this to burn, less I’m willing
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| To take salt type
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| Nothing will grow, here, now
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| No, no nothing will grow, here, now
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| No no no no
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| Nothing will grow, here, now
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| Nothing will grow, here, now
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| No, no nothing will grow
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| No, no nothing will grow
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| No, no nothing will grow here, now! |