Put my body in the hole, in the ground
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Underneath, there's no sound
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Burn all that I've written
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And every likeness of me
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When it's done and I'm pulled
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Down from the hanging tree
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If this if your love, save your love
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Hissing whispers on my eyes
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Hide the truth, the look belies
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By the neck guide me in
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Whispers and a sawtooth grin
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In whispers and secrecy
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My enemies conspired
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Fifty-thousand volts through
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A thread of copper wire
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If this is your love, save your love
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Growing Square Eyes
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| Most Precious Blood |
