| You could have saved yourself
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| I gave you more than one chance
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| «I am murdered, I am murdered», you cried
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| Well, well, you could have survived
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| I will rot, a broken man
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| In this green and pleasant land
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| Your position can’t save you now
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| (Your position can’t save you)
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| You were the finger on my trigger
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| And the rope around my neck
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| As you were as well
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| Your position can’t save you now
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| You could have saved yourself
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| I gave you more than one chance
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| «I am murdered, I am murdered» you cried
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| Well, well, if the truth be told
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| It is I that will meet my demise
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| At your hands Mr. Perceval, I am murdered
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| You will hang a guilty man
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| In England’s green and pleasant land
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| Your position
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| (You were the rope around my neck)
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| Can’t save you now
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| (You were the finger on my trigger)
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| Your position can’t save you now
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| (You were the rope around my neck)
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| Your position can’t save you now
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| As the bullet flies, you cannot hide behind
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| Your position
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| (You were the rope around my neck)
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| Can’t save you now
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| (You were the finger on my trigger)
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| Your position can’t save you now
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| (You were the rope around my neck)
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| Your position can’t save me now
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| (You were the finger on my trigger)
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| Your position can’t save me now |