| oh my babe
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| oh i know i use to say
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| i’m allright and i can
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| control my mind
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| but my friend
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| i’m calling back the hangman
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| i feel that i’m burning again
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| come back to see me
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| for my last wedding
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| oh my babe
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| oh i’ll never be a liar
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| six feet under this town
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| i’ll stay your pretty diamond
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| but my baby
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| i’m calling back the hangman
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| i feel that i’m burning again
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| come back to see me
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| for my last wedding
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| thinking about all that i loved
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| with a suitcase in my hand
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| send my love to my Jul'
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| and get your hand off my blues
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| thinking about all that I loved
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| but i’m ready to move
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| i’m ready to move
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| i feel the night in my heart
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| my sweet honey
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| i feel the knife on my back
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| my sweet honey
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| but i’m ready to be me
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| to let my body be
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| my soul needs to be free
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| i’ve got to shine like a dream
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| i’m calling the hangman
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| to cut off my pain
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| to let my body down
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| with my head in his hand
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| spread up my blood
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| cut off my veins
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| i need to crush my little brain
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| they call me hangman |