L.E.J. - Hanging Tree Lyrics
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Hanging Tree
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What Are The Lyrics For Hanging Tree By L.E.J.?
Are you, are you
Coming to the tree? They strung up a man They say who murdered three Strange things did happen here No stranger would it be If we met at midnight In the hanging tree Are you, are you Coming to the tree? Where dead man called out For his love to flee Strange things did happen here No stranger would it be If we met at midnight In the hanging tree Are you, are you Coming to the tree? Where I told you to run So we'd both be free Strange things did happen here No stranger would it be If we met at midnight In the hanging tree Are you, are you Coming to the tree? Wear a necklace of rope Side by side with me Strange things did happen here No stranger would it be If we met at midnight In the hanging tree Are you, are you Coming to the tree? Where I told you to run So we'd both be free Strange things did happen here No stranger would it be If we met at midnight In the hanging tree Are you, are you Coming to the tree? They strung up a man They say who murdered three Strange things did happen here No stranger would it be If we met at midnight In the hanging tree Are you, are you Coming to the tree? Where dead man called, out For his love to flee Strange things did happen here No stranger would it be If we met at midnight In the hanging tree |
Who Wrote Hanging Tree By L.E.J.?
Suzanne Collins, James Newton Howard, Jeremy C Fraites, Wesley Keith Schultz
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What's The Duration Of The Hanging Tree By L.E.J.?The duration of Hanging Tree is 3:15 minutes and seconds. |
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