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I have a noose around my neck |
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it is spun from my hopes and dreams |
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the ones who wronged and now are choking me |
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The hanging man, I am not hanged |
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to martyr's breath I must now cling |
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until I face those who did this to me |
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On and on, I'm cursed to live |
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cursed with life until I |
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have done what must be done |
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I am the man... |
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Who would not die |
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They made these gallows from black light |
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but the shining light of this truth |
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will make them crumble and I will be free |
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To take back what once was mine |
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and then from gallows of bright steel |
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Hang them with the same rope |
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they made for me |
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On and on, I'm cursed to live |
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cursed with life until I |
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have done what must be done |
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Hang them high with their own lies |
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when their necks break then I |
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have done what must be done |
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I am the man... |
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Who would not die |
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[Solo] |
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On and on, I'm cursed to live... |
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I am the man who would not die |