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OUTGROWING THE POT
All of this beauty could thrive in the wild
Yet I am confined to this pot
Yet I am confined to this pot
Where I'll grow
And I'll grow
And I'll grow
And I'll grow
Until my roots begin to rot
And I'll grow
And I'll grow
And I'll grow
Until my roots begin to rot
Then I'll die
And wonder why
I never left the pot
And wonder why
I never left the pot
So I make the leap
And plant my feet
In the soil
Nice and deep
And plant my feet
In the soil
Nice and deep
For when I die
In the cold wintertime
I will come back every spring
In the cold wintertime
I will come back every spring