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Hang `em High
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Somewhere,lost it in a turn
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Trouble seems to fit him like a glove.
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First come,First served,he's serving it back,
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Travels light,without a pack,without love.
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He comes from nowhere,returns on his own,
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late for the hanging,yes he's heading for the moon
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Hang `em High.
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Leather,across his thighs,
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Blasting out the night,he's terrified to drive.
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One eye on the road, crashed upon his head,
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One ear to the ground,he's listening to the dead.
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He comes from nowhere,returns on his own,
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late for the hanging,yes he's heading for the moon
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Hang `em High.
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Alone to himself,he's laughing up his sleeve,
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Looking back in anger,the city is rleaved.
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Vision of Light,
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Child of the night,
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Passing by.
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Hang `em High
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| Van Halen |
