When the sun at last arrested me
And took me into custody
I knew I would have to confess
I was that child who did
Those things I shot the tree
But not the bird I swear
How I ravished your world
Over and over I was taken down
Strangely always protected
By friends I didn't trust
Was it wrong to have always
Counted on you to have known
From the beginning you
Would be there at at the end
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