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Hanged Men
We walk in a straight line
Hate in our strangers' eyes
Limp hands, they keep the time
Heads talk and read our minds
We are hanged men, we help ourselves
And we are good men, we feel it
We see it but we need it need it need it
We hurt ourselves, yet we are good men
Sex talk in empty rooms
Where all her flowers bloom
We're guilty, all too soon
Lays with me, speaks the truth
Shake hands and make your deals
Your heart I yearn to steal
The secrets that you keep
I'll tell you how to feel
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