Run around the living tree
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With my lover standing at my feet
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The branches mean so much to me
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But the leaves taste oh so sweet
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Run around the living tree
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I have become what you made of me
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Can root me down or set me free
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But I’m not what you should be
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Can’t remember last I saw you
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Walk through that door
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Can’t remember how we got
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This blood on the floor
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Oh baby, thinking I would let you
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Try and settle the score
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But it might hurt me now
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I didn’t feel before
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Think I lost my mind and spirits
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Head full of stone
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I swear I got home late last night
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And you weren’t alone
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Oh baby, thinking all the lies I used
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To build myself on
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It’s nights like these that tear
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The stitches that I’d sewn
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Run around the living tree
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With my lover standing at my feet
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These branches mean so much to me
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But the leaves taste oh so sweet
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Run around the living tree
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I have become what you made of me
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Can root me down or set me free
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But I’m not what you should be
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Spent my nights so bored and restless
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No reason why
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Seems I let my youth untie
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You left her out dry
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Oh darling, maybe you can hold me down
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While I can’t scream and cry
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But now that freedom that I stole into
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Goodbye
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While my eyes start rolling back
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My head hits the floor
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Know that I can’t try to see
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Your face anymore
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Oh darling, thinking if the clock turned back
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Please, I’d be at your door
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But now it’s done, my lesson learned
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So ends the war
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Run around the living tree
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With my lover standing at my feet
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These branches mean so much to me
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But the leaves taste oh so sweet
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Run around the living tree
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I have become what you made of me
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Can root me down or set me free
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But I’m not what you should be
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Run around the living tree
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With my lover standing at my feet
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Can root me down or set me free
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But I’m not what you should be
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Living Tree
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| Wild Child |
