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I'm waiting in my cold cell when the bell begins to chime |
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Reflecting on my past life and it doesn't have much time |
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Cos at 5 o'clock they take me to the Gallows Pole |
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The sands of time for me are running low |
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When the priest comes to read me the last rites |
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I take a look through the bars at the last sights |
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Of a world that has gone very wrong for me |
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Can it be there's some sort of error |
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Hard to stop the surmounting terror |
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Is it really the end not some crazy dream |
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Somebody please tell me that I'm dreaming |
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It's not so easy to stop from screaming |
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But words escape me when I try to speak |
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Tears they flow but why am I crying |
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After all I am not afraid of dying |
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Don't I believe that there is never an end |
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As the guards march me out to the courtyard |
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Somebody calls from a cell "God be with you" |
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If there's a God then why has he let me go? |
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As I walk all my life drifts before me |
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And though the end is near I'm not sorry |
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Catch my soul, it's willing to fly away |
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Mark my words please believe my soul lives on |
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Don't worry now that I have gone |
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I've gone beyond to see the truth |
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When you know that your time is close at hand |
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maybe then you'll begin to understand |
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Life down there is just a strange illusion |
