Why
don't you say, Sirul?
Now
your life facing the gallow
With
a rope coming to claim your life
What's
holding you back?
You
don't owe it to anybody
You
owe it to yourself to say
Tell
the truth and let your soul be free
Meet
your Maker cry out your soul
A
few months down Under
Enjoying
a brief escape
How
could you go there?
Tell
the truth let your soul be free
Maybe
you think of the wealth
It
is a passing glint the blood money you like
Taking
a soul helping a cause
It
is murder whatever you wanted to say
Why
don't you say, Sirul?
The
Mongolian beauty blown to pieces
Who
ordered the hit?
You
have no motive to take a life
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