| I have a noose around my neck
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| It is spun from my hopes and dreams
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| The ones who wronged and now are choking me
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| The hanging man, I am not hanged
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| To martyr’s breath I must now cling
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| Until I face those who did this to me
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| On and on, I’m cursed to live
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| Cursed with life until I
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| Have done what must be done
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| I am the man…
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| Who would not die
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| They made these gallows from black light
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| But the shining light of this truth
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| Will make them crumble and I will be free
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| To take back what once was mine
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| And then from gallows of bright steel
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| Hang them with the same rope
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| They made for me
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| On and on, I’m cursed to live
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| Cursed with life until I
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| Have done what must be done
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| Hang them high with their own lies
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| When their necks break then I
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| Have done what must be done
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| I am the man…
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| Who would not die
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| On and on, I’m cursed to live…
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| I am the man who would not die |