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 buried 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.
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Roots Of Hatred
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| The Ramones |
