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  1. Crooked Bush
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Headed down highway 40, North Saskatchewan
There is a grid road that gets you there, to a place called the Crooked Bush
It’s a forest of botanical mystery, as old as the earth beneath of it
Stretching your imagination its masters protect its lies

Some say shiny chariots passed it from up high
But many others believe that it’s where death’s angels lie

Welcome to the Crooked Bush
Twisted trees surrounding us
Take heed as you walk around the bend
But not at night, or you’ll meet your end

Silent sentinels guard the grove
Origins held in its roots
Dizzy, lightheaded, the full moon rises
And the brave touch the soil below

Some say shiny chariots passed it from up high
But many others believe that it’s where death’s angels lie

Welcome to the Crooked Bush
Twisted trees surrounding us
Take heed as you walk around the bend
But not at night, or you’ll meet your end