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Living in a no sense land
where anarchy rules ahead
watch your self guy
your friend is your enemy.
beware: eyes behind your head.

Rit:
Hang him higher on the highest tree.

Wavering on the cross, the cross under the feet
precariously poised between life and death
all for a bag of blazing gold
that all people want
ready to kill for.

Rit:
Hang him higher on the highest tree.

Find a rope, tight it to his neck
while you get the reason of life.

Rit:
Hang him higher on the highest tree.

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