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Hang Man
We all have our secrets, and my darkest haven't been told
These things grow with me, and will settle when I'm old
Hang with me in this closet as I so eagerly clean it out
Dig me my grave and put me in the ground
Who in the hell is my enemy if you are my friend
Because you are my rope now that I'm dead with my friends
A broken neck to match a restless child
Tame me for my sins have grown wild
Let's play hangman, pick a letter
Teach me the way of love, oh dear professor
hang with me and be my friend
Hang with me and repent again
These things grow with me, and will settle when I'm old
Hang with me in this closet as I so eagerly clean it out
Dig me my grave and put me in the ground
Who in the hell is my enemy if you are my friend
Because you are my rope now that I'm dead with my friends
A broken neck to match a restless child
Tame me for my sins have grown wild
Let's play hangman, pick a letter
Teach me the way of love, oh dear professor
hang with me and be my friend
Hang with me and repent again
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