Bring me back to the time again when the fire is wild and the summer's red
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And you walk through weeds just to make a garden
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We loved too much and we loved too hard
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And it went too fast and I went too far
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Nothing could have stopped me back then
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And I'm back to my childhood I can't believe
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I was running
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But wasn't running from anything, anything yet.
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Well, the root still grows in the concrete fine
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And you never think you'll run out of time
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The root still grows least that's what I'm told
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Though the tree is scared of heights.
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Don't look down it's been 15 years
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How did I get so far from what I hold dear
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But I didn't think I would need to think much
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The air this high makes it hard to breathe
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And all I wanted was something I could believe in
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Now I believe that when you're leavin me you're still here
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And the grass will be scorched in the summer's sting
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And we'll dance there, like it's not seeing anything, anything yet..
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And the root still grows in the concrete fine
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And you never think you'll run out of time
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The root still grows further than I know
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Though the tree is scared of heights
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Well I still wait for anyone to keep their words
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It's like trying to start a fire that could not be burned
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So if you wanna cut me down you better aim low
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And you look at me like I should've pleased ya
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And you look at me like I still should need ya
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And I need too much, you need to much to need this
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To need this
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To need this
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To need this wooa woooooa
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To need this
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To need this
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To need this wooa wooooa
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To need this
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To need this to need this?
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And the root still grows in the concrete fine
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And we never think we'll run out of time
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And the root still goes further than you know
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The root still goes further than you know
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The root still grows least that's what I'm told
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Though the tree is scared of heights
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Hmm. Eh hey.
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Hmm. Eh hey.
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Root
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Charlotte Martin |