| I’m watching the clock tick the hours away
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| they say that I must hang at the dawn of the day
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| But why should I fear death for it’s life anew
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| for dying only takes me much nearer to you
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| You left me in anger to walk by the sea
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| And when they found your body they blamed it on me
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| But you know they were wrong dear so wait for awhile
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| For we shall be together beyond the last mile
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| The stars hide their face to make way for the sun
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| And soon death it shall claim me and make us as one
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| While others are walking the streets with a smile
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| Then I know I’ll be walking beyond the last mile
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| The chaplain is making his last plea to God
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| Soon up the numbered steps to the scaffold I’ll trod
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| My footsteps won’t falter I’ll walk with a smile
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| For I know you’ll be waiting beyond the last mile |