| I think a man will hang soon
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| He’s hiding in a back room
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| His morals are confused now
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| Like walls they’re bound to crack soon
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| The room turns to a corner
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| His choice is getting smaller
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| There’ll be no need for violence
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| For years he’s thought it out in silence
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| I think a man will hang soon
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| Contorted by the full moon
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| Someone should hide the noose now
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| This place may make us blind soon
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| And no one shares his sadness
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| So it changes into madness
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| He’ll chant throughout his trial
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| He will be sentenced on arrival
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| A woman scorned is witness
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| And they believe her innocence
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| In sweet revenge she has one need
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| The ace is safe inside her sleeve
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| The ace is safe
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| I think a man will hang soon
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| His face is not his fortune
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| I think a man will hang soon
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| The scent’s disguised by perfume
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| She will accept no rival
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| The bitch’s hand is on the Bible
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| I think a man will hang soon
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| He only broke the curfew |