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The hangman's waiting for then |
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With the rope in his hands |
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The silence makes him cast doubt |
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On their innocence |
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(Then he says) |
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This cross I have to carry |
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This cross I have to bear |
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So keep your mind at ease |
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This blood that's on my hands |
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I simply wash away |
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I'm not a judge or a peer |
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Just a man with and iron heart |
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And I can't set them free to live again |
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It's their time, I won't stall |
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And you should never blame me, I'm not at fault |
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I don't strive for pleasure, cause there will be none |
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And no appreciation - when the deed is done |
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The eyes all focus on me |
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As I walk to the side |
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To pull the lever that could be released by anymore |
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It's a battle of will |
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Between conscious and righteousness |
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And it's more than one soul that's on the line |
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It's their time, I won't stall |
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And you should never blame me, I'm not at fault |
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I don't strive for pleasure, cause there will be none |
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And no appreciation - when the deed is done |
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The hangman just stands in the distance |
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To be shunned in dismay |
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From any cynical feelings, I just shy away |
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I won't find my glory, drying in the sun |
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There's no appreciation - when the deed is done |
