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I'm tired of runnin' from my past
It's a race that you'll always finish last
And these scars on my skin
They define who I am
And it's always and never again

Oh and now that they found me out
Lord I will hang
Without a doubt

And there ain't nothin' I am longin' for
That a cold wet bottle cannot cure
Like a widow in pain
Or a still in a flame
Oh we need one another

Oh and now that they found me out
Lord I will hang
Without a doubt

And don't sit in the gambler's chair
It will blind you from ever seein' clear
And those cards in your hand
They're the means and the end to an early grave

Oh and now that they found me out
Lord I will hang
Without a doubt

And I cheated at every chance that came
And I played every lover like a game
And I became a thief for the pleasure and grief
They go hand in hand

Oh and now that they found me out
Lord I will hang
Without a doubt

Lord I will hang

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