| Oh lord I am saved
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| Judge says I am fit to swing
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| 'Bout time I have prayed
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| My woman just might wear my ring
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| Oh you know I’m no good
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| You know I’m no good at court-ordered goodbyes
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| But when I’m gone you’ll see I’ll be a better man yet
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| For the disposition, take it back into your arms
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| Better keep me close to your heart
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| You better keep me close to your heart
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| The defiant had me cornered in a store
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| And it let me walk out the front door
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| At the scene of the crime
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| Hang 'em high
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| Keep your vows brief
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| Let 'em swing
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| Make 'em swing till it hurts
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| And if you still believe
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| That man guilty of love can’t survive
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| Then hang 'em high or not at all
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| Oh no!
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| (Oh no!)
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| Oh no!
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| Oh you know it gets hard
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| It just gets so hard going limp in your arms
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| I’m clutching a smoking gun
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| There’s no chance of me walking out of here alive
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| This is all very literal
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| I can’t bring myself around to write an excuse this time
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| We’re liberated by the hearts that imprison us
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| We’re taken hostage by the ones that we break
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| Throw the book
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| Throw the book
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| Throw the book
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| Throw the book
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| You had me strung up by the tail
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| And you put me back
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| Hang 'em high
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| Keep your thoughts brief
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| Let 'em swing
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| Make 'em swing till it hurts
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| And if you still believe
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| That men guilty of love can’t survive
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| Then hang 'em high or not at all
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| Where did you get the privilege to pardon me? |