| Tell me your plans, hangman
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| I built these gallows for you
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| My mind, so full of rights
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| I am your judge, your jury, too
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| You are not martyrs to freedom
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| Wasting away by the road
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| Miles and miles of destruction I bring to your cause
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| Give me your eyes, hangman
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| You’ve got no use for them now
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| Tie me with reason and guilt
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| Make these cold hands feel warm
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| Hear but my deeds are a blessing
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| Run, I can run, I can run
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| Over the books and the learning I stumble upon
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| Listen with mouth open wonder
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| Lose, I can lose, I can lose
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| These four walls crumble as I cannot live by the rules
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| So I call up my hounds
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| Come along for a ride
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| And if you want to swing in trees
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| Refuse to live upon your knees
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| And you will never need to hide |