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Here I stand under the big white oak
Waiting for the hangman to put the noose around my throat
Just then, someone said
Can I have a minute before you make him dead
The crowd parted to reveal a lass
Something about her face reminds me of my past
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Waiting for the hangman to put the noose around my throat
Just then, someone said
Can I have a minute before you make him dead
The crowd parted to reveal a lass
Something about her face reminds me of my past
...
