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Growing In Dirt
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Music & Lyrics: John Popper
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I am corruptible by name
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And I basically know how to master any simple game
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And I shall twist in the wind
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And like a blade of grass I’ll survive and I’ll win
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And grow in dirt
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And it can hurt
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To grow in dirt
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Sometimes it hurts
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I nourish by my labor and pain
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I burn up in the sun and I drown in the rain
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And I'm told that its good to grow
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But its not like there’s a choice
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Because didn't you know
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We grow in dirt
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And it can hurt
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To grow in dirt
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Sometimes it hurts
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By every reprieve that I choose to believe
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With every code that I stand by
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I'm just a man with a stick in my hand
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And I helplessly jab at the sky
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Its my nature to try
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Helps the time pass by
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And I have this real need to talk loud
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For I’m so meek and humble
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It makes me arrogant and proud
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And I won’t be afraid to die
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For I shall live forever
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And here’s my reason why
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I grow in dirt
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And its gonna hurt
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To grow in dirt
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Sometimes it hurts
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To grow in dirt
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Sometimes it hurts
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Growing In Dirt
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| Blues Traveler |
