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How my noose swings in my gallow
the gallow whare the ghosts run wild
How the noose tightens around your neck
as your kicked off the stool
your legs they swing from side to side
2 ft of the ground
your hands tighten and your lips turn blue
I did it all for you
In my gallow where the ghosts come to play
I sit everyday.
Thinking.
In my gallow where the noose does swing
I come to breath and listen to the screams

You wouldn't understand if I told you why
no one would
they never do
You wouldn't listen if I even tried
but it's too late now
your dead

Description
How my noose swings in my gallow
the gallow whare the ghosts run wild
How the noose tightens around your neck
as your kicked off the stool
your legs they swing from side to side
2 ft of the ground
your hands tighten and your lips turn blue
I did it all for you
In my gallow where the ghosts come to play
I sit everyday.
Thinking.
In my gallow where the noose does swing
I come to breath and listen to the screams

You wouldn't understand if I told you why
no one would
they never do
You wouldn't listen if I even tried
but it's too late now
your dead