Bread

In the hills behind the high school,
there's a tree with strange fruit.
Pick it from the branches,
Aaron says the time is just right.
The fruit is ripe, the fruit is ripe.
Do you remember what he said?
It taste like bread.



Credits
Writer(s): Julia Rachel Cumming, Nicholas Anthony Kivlen, Jacob Faber
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