HE LAYS AWAKE
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WITH HIS EYES CLOSED
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AS HE THINKS OF ETERNITY
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THE LAST MEAL SERVED ON SILVER PLATES
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LEFT A TASTE OF COLD STEEL
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HIS MEMORIES HAUNT HIM
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THOUGH WHAT'S PAST
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IS SO FAR AWAY
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HE'S DROWNING IN FEAR OF DEATH
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BUT DOES ANYONE GIVE A DAMN
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FIRST LIGHT OF THE MORNING
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WILL WITNESS HIS FALL
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AT THE END OF A ROPE HE'LL HANG
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FEEDING THE CROWS
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AS HE WALKS TO THE GALLOW'S POLE
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THE PRIEST READS HIS LAST RITES
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TWELVE FEET TO THE GROUND
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THERE'S JUST SIX MORE TO GO
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FIRST LIGHT OF THE MORNING
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WILL WITNESS HIS FALL
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AT THE END OF A ROPE HE'LL HANG
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FEEDING THE CROWS
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FROM THE END OF THE GALLOW
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TO THE LAND OF THE DEAD
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HE'S JOINED WITH THE HALLOWED
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IN THE LAND OF THE DEAD
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Last Rites
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Lefay |