If I build it out of blood and bone
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If I love it and I even give it a good name
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And I let it stand up on it's own
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And if I even ever learn to trust and walk away
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Will it crumble on it's own two feet?
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Or will it multiply and grow big, white wings?
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If I love it and I give it life
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Can I let it go and know that it was never mine?
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Give more,
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Give it all away
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I'm sure it'll come back someday
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You gotta let go to let it circle back around
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To rise up you gotta learn to root down
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Learn to root down
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If I cut it with a heart-shaped knife
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And I send it to my very closest of friends
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And they somehow bring it back to life
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What if I only ever do it all over again?
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I'm a writer here upon this ship
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On a sea of unnamed and untamed passages
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And every vessel's meant for pouring out
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And every bloom has to make room to root down
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Give more,
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Give it all away
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I'm sure it'll come back someday
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You gotta let go to let it circle back around
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To rise up you gotta learn to root down
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Learn to root down
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Learn to root down
|
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Give more,
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Give it all away
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I'm sure it'll come back someday
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You gotta let go to let it circle back around
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To rise up you gotta learn to root down
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Root Down
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| Sara Bareilles |
