There's a rise
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Above the river
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Where the hangmans tree
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Hugs the rim
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A brace of crows
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Crowd the bank
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Like mourners
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On their way
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To the Mercy bridge
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A whistle blows
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A freight rolls by
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Pallbearers rest
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Their load
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It all seems clear
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Life's gone from here
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As he is lowered
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In the hole
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Chorus
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Mary seems uncertain now
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As she follows
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To his rest
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She lost her one true love
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And he lost his
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With a bullet
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To the chest
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A life of crime
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Is a long short road
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Every moment filled
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With dread
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And never leaves much room
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For love
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In the shadows
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Of its dead
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Chorus
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Mary climbs the Mercy bridge
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Oer the water
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Dark and cold
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Shell wash away all her tears
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In the waters healing flow
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Chorus x 3
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Oh Mary
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Can't you see
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It was not meant to be
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He was born to dangle
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Beneath the hanging tree
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Southend of a Northbound Train
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| Willard Grant Conspiracy |
