August
Sunday 20 April 2008 photo 3/3
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Time has gone slow, smell the gin soaked guard who opens your cell.
Shuffle outside, squint the sunlight, first you've seen in a while.
See the golden noose, it's gonna bind you. Feel it getting tight.
Your neck, tense another second will define you.
Never though it'd end like this.
Please stop flailing around.
Go face the crowd gotta make em gasp loud.
No moving around, uh-oh
Don't make a sound, gotta try and act proud.
No touching the ground uh oh uh oh uh oh.
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