Queens of the Stone Age - Hanging Tree | Текст песни

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Would you like our way home?
I bleed my own.

Round the hanging tree, swaying in the breeze
In the summer sun as we two are one.
Swaying.


Can you see under my thumb?
There you are.

Round the hanging tree, swaying in the breeze
In the summer sun as we two are one.
Swaying.

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