[00:00.04] Southern trees, they bear a strange fruit
[00:34.91] Blood on the leaves, and there's blood on the root
[00:47.19] Black bodies swinging, in the southern breeze
[00:59.15] Strange fruit is hanging, from the southern trees
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[01:21.42] Strange sounds are coming, from the gallant south
[01:31.52] Bulging eyes, and the twisted mouth
[01:43.84] Scent of magnolia, sweet and fresh
[01:55.88] And the southern smells, of burning flesh
[02:11.84] Here is a crop, for the crows to flock
[02:32.08] For the wind to gather, and for the rain to stop
[02:45.14] For the sun to rot, and for the trees to drop
[02:57.64] Here grows a strange and bitter crop
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[03:17.09] Southern trees, they bear a strange fruit
[03:28.59] There's blood on the leaves, and there's blood on the root
[03:41.55] Black bodies swinging, in the southern breeze
[03:53.84] Strange fruit is hanging, from the southern trees
[04:11.01] Southern trees, they bear a strange fruit
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