Pruning

They clip your wings and they

They call it pruning

Don't even need to think

They'll sort it out for him

They'll sort it out for him

They'll sort it out for him

The smell of sour apple

Just like drinks they pour

Don't even need to think

Not easy to ignore

Not easy to ignore

Not easy to ignore

Oh, oh

Oh, oh, oh, oh

But we can run away

Come back another day

So, will we sink or swim?

I'll give you everything

I'll give you everything

I'll give you everything

I'll give you everything

Oh, oh

Everything, everything, everything, oh, oh

Oh, will we sink or swim?

I'll give you everything

Oh, will we sink or swim?

I'll give you everything

Oh, will we sink or swim?

I'll give you everything

Oh, will we sink or swim?

I'll give you everything

Oh, will we sink or swim?

I'll give you everything

Oh, will we sink or swim?

I'll give you everything

Oh, will we sink or swim?

I'll give you everything, ah

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