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Standing by a broken tree,
His hands are all twisted,
He's pointing at me,
I was damned by light comin,
Over all he spoke with a voice that disrupted the sky,
He said, "Walk on over here to a bit of shade,
I'll wrap you in my arms if only you say
let me sign, Let me sign."
His hands are all twisted,
He's pointing at me,
I was damned by light comin,
Over all he spoke with a voice that disrupted the sky,
He said, "Walk on over here to a bit of shade,
I'll wrap you in my arms if only you say
let me sign, Let me sign."
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