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Oh Lord I am saved |
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Judge says |
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I am fit to swing' |
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Bout time |
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I have prayed |
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My woman just might wear my ring |
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Oh you know |
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I'm no good |
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You know I'm no good |
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At court ordered goodbyes |
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But when I'm gone you'll see, |
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I'll be a better man yet |
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For the dispossession, take it back in to your arms |
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Better keep me close to your heart |
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You better keep me close to your heart |
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The defiant had me cornered in a store |
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And it let me walk out the front door |
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At the scene of the crime |
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Hang 'em high, keep your thoughts breached |
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Let 'em swing, make 'em swing till it hurts |
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And if you still believe that men guilty of love can't survive |
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Then hang 'em high or not at all |
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Oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no |
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Oh you know it gets hard |
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It just gets so hard going limp in your arms |
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I'm approaching a smoking gun |
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There's no chance of me walking out of here alive |
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This is all very literal |
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I can't bring myself around to write an excuse this time |
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We're liberated by the hearts that are prisoners |
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We're taken hostage by the ones that we break |
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Throw the book, throw the book |
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Throw the book, throw the book |
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You had me strung up by the tail |
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And you put me back |
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Hang 'em high, keep your thoughts breached |
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Let 'em swing, make 'em swing till it hurts |
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And if you still believe that men guilty of love can't survive |
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Then hang 'em high or not at all |
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Where did you get the privilege to pardon me? |
