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May 2016
Take me to the gallows
and do what you must do
I understand you're not the man
who said my life was through

A midnight hood does hide your face
but your eyes, they prove you real
and when i look inside at them
I see the pain you feel

Your hand will tie the knot
Your hand will pull the switch
Your hand will drag me down
to where you dug the ditch

But, hangman, I forgive you
for at least you play no game
You wear your mask, and do your job
but to you, I'm just a name.
Rustle McBride
Written by
Rustle McBride  Delaware
(Delaware)   
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