there's a story on a thimble
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on a dimple, on a pea
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and it's absolutely true until the end
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when they pan out in the titles
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we can see you're still alive
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and the maitre'd is not your special friend
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there's a road in a wrong place
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twice as far out
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and a bitch on a bridge
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yeh the bridge was a bitch
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with a heavenly drawn out roll of her lips
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she undid the straps and smiled
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that man will not hang
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that man he will never hang
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there's a man you should meet
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and he might be under arrest
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but believe me when i tell you he's ok
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he ran the mohawk out of living rooms across the land
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and introduced me to the joys of doubt
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there's a dream, there's a barn
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there was a story, it was a boring one
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but honestly i tried to stay awake
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born to hang and proud of it
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i base my claim on credit
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that man will not hang
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that man he will never hang
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he realised he wanted to have children with this girl
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he pulled her to his side and quietly
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gave away his heart like it was his to give away
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wednesday the studio come knocking
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excuse them but they need their property
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gave away his heart like it was his to give away
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That Man Will Not Hang
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| McLusky |
