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In 1969 |
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I killed a man of mine |
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In a small montana town |
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I was hunted down by hounds |
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Hear the light has cried |
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Their voices dry and hollow |
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Hear the crowd cheer |
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They cheer me to the gallows |
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In 1985 |
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I was doing time alive |
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I made a plan to escape |
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And live as the lady of the lake |
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Hear the crowd of ghosts |
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Their voices dry and holow |
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Can't you hear their calls? |
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They cheer me to the gallows |
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1995 |
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Was the year I came up for trial |
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I listened to his song |
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And watched the sun make the shadows long |
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Hear the light have cried |
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His voices is dry and hollow |
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Hear the crowd call |
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They cheer me to the gallows |
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Hear the light called |
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His voices is dry and follow |
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Hear the light have called |
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In a voice that's hollow |
