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Communion With The Trees

Oh Lord, I think I shot him down
Oh Lord, I think I shot him down
You know he didn't make a sound
Till his head hit the ground
Now I think I'm on the run I didn't
Mean to hurt no one
But I can't take back the things that I gone done

I take communion with the trees
They save a special spot for me
Well I got down upon my knees in the leaves
Closed my eyes and breathed
See I don't know how to pray
But I do, anyways
And I pray to be the one that got away

Maybe I shouldn't be asking why
Maybe they found some alibi
Maybe the devil heard my cries in the night,
Cast his pity on my plight
Here I think I face my choice,
I hear the rasping of his voice
And the gasping of his last breath in the night

Oh Lord, I think I shot him down
Oh Lord, I think I shot him down
You know he didn't make a sound
Till his head hit the ground
All I got left is to pray, and I do, anyways
And they'll say I was the one
The one that got away