Every tree has got a root
And every girl forbidden fruit and got her demons
And the path I chose to go, a different girl so long ago
I had my reasons
And shes in my head so loud, screaming
"Shouldnt you be proud of what you came from?
Oh, youve been crippled and youve walked on
Youve been shut up and you talked, so lets talk some more"
Where is the hand for me to reach?
Where is the moral Ill ever teach myself?
In all the black, in all the grief, I am redeemed
And its ripping at my heart
Because Im dodging all the darts and on a slow train
And then Ill wear it ti
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