| There have been many tales
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| Tainted by truth twisted by time
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| Some choose to forget
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| Yet it still weaves webs in their minds
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| And it seems like she’s been here forever
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| Her branches as black as the seas
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| She’s been through it all by the luck of the draw
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| She became the old hanging tree
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| She asked for nothing
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| Except maybe a little rain
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| They used her strength
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| To help them steal lives away
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| And she witnessed the sadness and sorrow
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| To this day she still doesn’t know why
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| And her heart broke when they came with the rope
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| To declare her the old hanging tree
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| Life stranger than fiction
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| Can make you want to cry
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| Roots could never stop her
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| From reaching for the sky
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| Life stranger than fiction
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| Can make you want to cry
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| Roots could never stop her
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| From reaching for the sky
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| Those years have all past
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| Lucky for us lucky for her
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| Now, children play at her feet
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| And in her arms she cradles birds
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| And it seems she’s been here forever
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| These days are the best that she’s seen
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| Still somewhere in the back
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| Of her mind
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| Is the time
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| She was known as the old hanging tree
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| Yes, somewhere in the back
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| Of her mind
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| Is the time
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| She was known as the old hanging tree |