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Without A DoubtI'm tired of runnin' from my pastIt'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 |