| I’m waiting in my cold cell when the bell begins to chime
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| Reflecting on my past life and it doesn’t have much time
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| Cos at 5 o’clock they take me to the Gallows Pole
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| The sands of time for me are running low
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| When the priest comes to read me the last rites
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| I take a look through the bars at the last sights
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| Of a world that has gone very wrong for me
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| Can it be there’s some sort of error
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| Hard to stop the surmounting terror
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| Is it really the end not some crazy dream
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| Somebody please tell me that I’m dreaming
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| It’s not so easy to stop from screaming
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| But words escape me when I try to speak
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| Tears they flow but why am I crying
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| After all I am not afraid of dying
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| Don’t believe that there is never an end
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| As the guards march me out to the courtyard
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| Someone calls from a cell «God be with you»
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| If there’s a God then why has he let me die?
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| As I walk all my life drifts before me
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| And though the end is near I’m not sorry
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| Catch my soul cos it’s willing to fly away
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| Mark my words please believe my soul lives on
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| Please don’t worry now that I have gone
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| I’ve gone beyond to see the truth
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| When you know that your time is close at hand
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| Maybe then you’ll begin to understand
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| Life down there is just a strange illusion |