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I tied this song to a tree I tied this song to a tree And whipped it but it would not bleed You and I cracked the night out But the muse, she would not cry out Cry out, cry out These teeth were cleaned with a broken e-string And all my money, I have laid down Just to hear a few words from old Waits and Dee How I fly three hundred days I crashed into my stovepipe, gamelan And the clank and the clutter opened my eyes So Williams was leading the revolution So Helpert was leading the revolution From Letras Mania