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Nightmare, pure fiction dream And you can not hear your own scream You are a strange fruit Hanging in the tree Blood on the roots You're killing me Missing the blood-red wine And you're dead after 9 Feeling kind of strange With the rope around your neck You are a strange fruit Hanging in the tree Blood on the roots You're killing me A black shadow comes around your neck And wonders if you want to be the sailor Under deck Six fucking feet under ground And you still can hear the cathedral sound Was this the people's choice Or was this god's own voice Darkness underground And you can't hear a sound You're bound From Letras Mania