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I've been inside this fruit when juices flow |
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But the taste is just a memory you hold |
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There is no real decay |
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No feeling of the skin |
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No juice Strange fruit, strange fruit, strange fruit |
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It never lets that sun out |
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Strange fruit |
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This is sweet the soul the flesh |
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I wish It's the liquid that |
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I miss There is no real decay |
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The flesh is barely bruised |
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It's no use |
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Strange fruit, strange fruit |
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Sonic juice inside my head |
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This fever is so concentrated |
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Oh no what a shame... |
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Climb the tree and shake this passion down |
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But this fruit won't even kiss the ground |
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There is no real decay |
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The flesh is barely grazed |
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There's no way |
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Strange fruit, strange fruit, strange fruit |
