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I speak the truth |
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I dare not tell a lie |
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One child is in fits |
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The other child dies |
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Now the yellow bird sits upon her finger |
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The yellow bird a specter lost to linger |
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God hates the Lords of Salem |
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No one can ever save them |
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God hates the Lords of Salem |
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No one can destroy them |
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Do you think they suffered |
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Up on Gallows Hill? |
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Burn me and hang me |
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And I always will |
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Tumble like a swine |
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A victim of the fury |
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Glory to the saint |
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Before you start to bury |
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God hates the Lords of Salem |
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No one can ever save them |
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God hates the Lords of Salem |
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No one can destroy them |
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Do you think they suffered |
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Up on Gallows Hill? |
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God hates the Lords of Salem |
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No one can ever save them |
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God hates the Lords of Salem |
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No one can destroy them |
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Do you think they suffered |
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Up on Gallows Hill? |
