Crooked Tree

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All rise for the Honorable Judge Burrell
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This court is called to order, These charges are serious
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Stand up and face the bencch, How do you plead, Sir? How do you plead?

[Verse 1]
(Shaggy)
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€œGuilty as charged,the Judge decreed, €œstand up and face the bench
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I have some words to say to you before we recommence
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A list of crimes this serious, I swear I have not seen
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In all the years that I have served Her Majesty the Queen

[Verse 2]
(Shaggy)
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Arson, murder, blackmail, grand larceny and theft
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Drug dealing, human trafficking, I ask the court, what€™s left?
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Are there words of mitigation, before I pass the sentence?
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Anything that you can tell the court to add to your defense

[Verse 3]
(Sting)
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I faced the court, thought long and hard, before I gave reply
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There's something that you need to hear, from me before I die
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The circumstances of my birth were something short of bliss
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I have this from my mother, it was told to me like this

[Verse 4]
(Sting)
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The day that I was born, she said, The Good Lord woke from slumber
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Looking a€˜round his timber yard, He found He had no lumber
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Apart from some old twisted branch, in shadows left to lurk
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He pulled it out into the light and set about his works

[Verse 5]
(Sting)
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She told me that the world should not expect too much of me
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When the Good Lord carved my crooked soul, out of a crooked tree
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When the Good Lord carved my crooked soul, out of a crooked tree

[Verse 6]
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Stand up and face the bench
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I'™ve heard all you'€™ve got to say
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That there look on your face says you're guilty
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And now it'€™s your judgment day€

[Verse 7]
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I'€™m not asking for forgiveness, I'€™m not proud of what I'€™ve done
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I did the things I had to do, like any other mothers son
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None of us are perfect, so remember what you see
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When the Good Lord carved my crooked soul, out of a crooked tree
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When the Good Lord carved my crooked soul, out of a crooked tree