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Dec 2012
You're okay now, I suppose
You're not pulled by the rope
I'm pulled by the pull on my throat
I'm pulled by the rope
I swing from the trees into the *****
Hold my head high, just by the tip of my toes
And he lies, he lies so sweet that I choke
Tru Baker
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   Timothy
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