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[ Maybe you're starting to compare to someone not there ]

[ There's really no way to reach me cause I'm already gone ]

Created on 2006-07-09 01:50:33 (#10624549), last updated 2006-11-21

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Name:[ She's murderous ]
Birthdate:1987-08-19
Location:Stuart, Florida, United States
Website:Myspace
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Dead men, dead men
swinging in a tree
How many dead men do you see?
Tongue turned blue and face gone gray
Watch them as they twist and sway

The first one killed the butcher man
Then cooked him in the frying pan
Served him to his hungry guests
And gave them seconds on request

The next one with his smile and sweets
Stole poor children off the streets
To men who dressed unsavory
He sold them into slavery

Breaking into a home at night
The thief, he had a nasty fright
Filled his foolish head with ale
Woke in the morn in the county jail

The artist with his daunting skill
Tried his hand at painting bills
But caught in rain he was undone
When the ink he'd use did start to run

With promises of great return
Taking gold he did not earn
Bundled it up, out of sight
Quietly slipped off into the night

Three houses into ashes, burned
The sheriff with no place to turn
Did spy a stranger to his town
Locked him up and beat him down

Dead men, dead men
swinging in a tree
How many dead men do you see?
Six feet long and six men wide
Round their necks the noose be tied

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