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Roots - MØ

Written by：MØ

Oh oh

You heard the news sweet child

I slaughtered all them swans

I left it burnin'

Gone to New York

There will be no more violence

In the house of your heart

In the house of your heart

There was a

And I was weak for a while

Never be as good as you so

I got a ride and

I hitchhiked for New York

There will be no more violence

In the house of your heart

In the name of the Lord

Oh oh baby

Where will I dig my roots

It's achin' each time that I think of you

I wish for a better day to come around

Wanna shake my head

Show you what you found oh

I wish for a better day to come around

So put a gun to the thunder inside of my head oh

You heard the news sweet child

The world is mad we are runnin' wild

I'm gonna ride and

Get off at New York

There will be no more violence

In the house of your heart

In the house of your heart

In the name of the Lord

I another way

Another way

We should stay

Oh oh baby

Where will I dig my roots

It's achin' each time that I think of you

I wish for a better day to come around

Wanna shake my head

Show you what you found oh

I wish for a better day to come around

So put a gun to the thunder inside of my head oh

Where will I dig my roots oh

Where will I dig my roots