Just a shakin' in my knees. Just a cold chill. Don't know what it is. Some call it a thrill. Just a lump in my throat. Just hot blood. Don't know what it is. Some call it love. Well, I saw
Strange fruit hanging from the poplar trees. Blood on the leaves I just need to clear my mind now. It's been racin' since the summertime. Now I'm holdin' down the summer now. And all I want is
mind. . Still I hold your hand. Wrapped as if a ring. We of flesh & blood are only carrying. It's so hard to. . Well, you know. . The seed waits for the reaper to sew. Every breath an art. The
mind. . Still I hold your hand. Wrapped as if a ring. We of flesh & blood are only carrying. It's so hard to. . Well, you know. . The seed waits for the reaper to sew. Every breath an art. The
mind. . Still I hold your hand. Wrapped as if a ring. We of flesh & blood are only carrying. It's so hard to. . Well, you know. . The seed waits for the reaper to sew. Every breath an art. The