Are you are you
coning to the tree
they strung up a man
they say who murdered three
strange things fid happen here no stranger who it be if we met at midnight in the hanginf tree
Im scared to get close yet I hate being alone
I have that feeling to not feel at all.
The higher I go the Lower I sink I cant drown my demons they know how to swim.
The wire touched my neck
And then someone pulled it tighter
I never saw it coming
I started to black out and
Then someone said good morning
I took it as a warning
I should have seen it coming
So now I'll take a chance on
This thing we may have started
Intentional or not I
Don't think we saw it coming
It's all adding up to something
That asks for some involvement
-Kelly Clarkson-Long Shot
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