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I’m waiting in my cold cell, when the bell begins to chime
\nReflecting on my past life and it doesn’t have much time
\n‘Cause at 5 o’clock they take me to the Gallows Pole
\nThe sands of time for me are running lowRunning lowWhen the priest comes to read me the last rites
\nI take a look through the bars at the last sights
\nOf a world that has gone very wrong for meCan it be that there’s some sort of an error
\nHard to stop the surmounting terror
\nIs it really the end, not some crazy dream?<\/p>\n

Somebody please tell me that I’m dreaming
\nIt’s not easy to stop from screaming
\nBut words escape me when I try to speak
\nTears flow but why am I crying?
\nAfter all I am not afraid of dying
\nDon’t I believe that there never is an end?<\/p>\n

As the guards march me out to the courtyard
\nSomebody cries from a cell “God be with you”
\nIf there’s a God then why has he let me go?<\/p>\n

As I walk all my life drifts before me
\nAnd though the end is near I’m not sorry
\nCatch my soul ’cause it’s willing to fly away<\/p>\n

Mark my words believe my soul lives on
\nDon’t worry now that I have gone
\nI’ve gone beyond to see the truth<\/p>\n

When you know that your time is close at hand
\nMaybe then you’ll begin to understand
\nLife down here is just a strange illusion<\/p>\n

Yeah, yeah, yeah
\nHallowed be Thy name
\nYeah, yeah, yeah
\nHallowed be Thy name<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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