Never think
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Standing by a broken tree
Her hands are all twisted,
She's pointing at me,
I was damned by the light comin'
Over all as she
Spoke with a voice that,
disrupted the sky.
She said,
Walk on over, yeah
to this bit of shade,
I will wrap you in my arms
And she said:
"Let me sign,
let me sïgn."
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