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There's a chip on your shoulder, girl |
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And by God it'll make you fall |
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If you let it take a part of your soul |
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I see the love in your brother's eyes |
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And the love in your mother's cries |
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Sister don't test the ones you love |
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Sister don't let go |
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Sister don't let go of us |
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[x2] |
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Cause your roots will rot away |
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And your fruit, it wont grow |
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Your bark will wear thin, body hollow |
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I see the love in your brother's eyes |
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And the love in your mother's cries |
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Sister don't test the ones you love |
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Sister don't let go |
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Sister don't let go of us |
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[x4] |
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Don't test the ones you love |
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It'll only tear us down |
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If you want to feel alive |
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Then learn to love your ground |
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[x2] |
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Love your ground |
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Sister don't let go |
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Sister don't let go of us |
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[x4] |
