Crooked Tree

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


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

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


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

[Verse 4]
(Sting)
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The day that I was born, she said,
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 The Good Lord woke from slumber
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Looking a€˜round his timber yard, 
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He found He had no lumber
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Apart from some old twisted 
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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
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 not expect too much of me
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When the Good Lord carved my 
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crooked soul, out of a crooked tree
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When the Good Lord carved my 
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crooked soul, out of a crooked tree

[Verse 6]
(Shaggy)
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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]
(Sting)
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I'€™m not asking for forgiveness,
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 I'€™m not proud of what I'€™ve done
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I did the things I had to do, 
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like any other mothers son
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None of us are perfect, so 
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remember what you see
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When the Good Lord carved my 
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crooked soul, out of a crooked tree
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When the Good Lord carved my 
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crooked soul, out of a crooked tree