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I'm waiting In my cold cell |
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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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'Cause at five 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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Mother****ers! |
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Running low |
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When the priest come's to read me the last rites |
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I take 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 that 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 it's not 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 after all I'm not afraid of dying |
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Don't believe that there never is an end |
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As the guards march me out of the courtyard |
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Someone calls from a cell:"God be with you" |
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If there's an god why has he let me die! |
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As I walk through the drifts before me |
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And though the end is near I''m not sorry |
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Catch my soul 'cause it's willing fly away |
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Mark my words believe my soul lives on |
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Please don't worry now that I have gone |
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I've gone beyond to seek the truth |
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When you know that your time is at close hand |
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Maybe then you begin to understand why |
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