| So you found yourself a killer
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| The one with blue eyes
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| I guess the bloodstains on the blanket don’t lie, don’t
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| Well I guess I saw it comin'
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| Like a boy I just kept runnin'
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| But through this crime I have survived, yeah
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| They’re gonna hang you from the cypress tree
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| The crowd gonna cheer when they see you swing
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| Yeah, they’re gonna hang you from the cypress tree
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| Yeah, tell me now do you believe?
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| Glory Hallelujah
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| I raise my glass up to you
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| And I bow my head with utmost respect, yeah
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| But I think it’s only fair to warn you
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| That there’s a storm that’s coming up on you
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| And like the wind and the rain my words are direct, yeah
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| They’re gonna hang you from the cypress tree
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| The crowd gonna cheer when they see you swinging
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| Yeah, they’re gonna hang you from the cypress tree
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| Oh, tell me now do you believe?
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| It’s a funny word, 'Friends'
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| You get beginnings and you got ends
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| I guess I’ll see you when we’re ashes again, yeah
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| They’re gonna hang you from the cypress tree
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| The crowd gonna cheer when they see you swing, swing, swing
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| Yeah, they’re gonna hang you from the cypress tree
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| Oh, tell me do you believe?
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| Do you believe me?
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| Do you believe me? |