| The hangman’s waiting for then
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| With the rope in his hands
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| The silence makes him cast doubt
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| On their innocence
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| (Then he says)
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| This cross I have to carry
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| This cross I have to bear
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| So keep your mind at ease
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| This blood that’s on my hands
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| I simply wash away
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| I’m not a judge or a peer
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| Just a man with and iron heart
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| And I can’t set them free to live again
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| It’s their time, I won’t stall
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| And you should never blame me, I’m not at fault
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| I don’t strive for pleasure, cause there will be none
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| And no appreciation — when the deed is done
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| The eyes all focus on me
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| As I walk to the side
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| To pull the lever that could be released by anymore
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| It’s a battle of will
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| Between conscious and righteousness
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| And it’s more than one soul that’s on the line
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| It’s their time, I won’t stall
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| And you should never blame me, I’m not at fault
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| I don’t strive for pleasure, cause there will be none
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| And no appreciation — when the deed is done
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| The hangman just stands in the distance
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| To be shunned in dismay
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| From any cynical feelings, I just shy away
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| I won’t find my glory, drying in the sun
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| There’s no appreciation — when the deed is done |