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Passing through the arms of Satan |
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Reaching for the hands of God |
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Robbing every mind for wisdom |
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Running so he won't get caught |
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He's outlawed by majority |
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Been branded all his life |
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Some say that he's a sinner man |
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As he rides from day to night |
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He's a bad man so they say |
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Living for his love and living free |
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Riding swift and secretly |
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So he'll miss the hanging tree |
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Wounded spirit on the wind |
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Riding to his dream and destiny |
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He's laughing at the wanted posters |
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Calling for his friends to see |
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Laughing loud as he rides away |
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Kicking up the dust with speed |
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Time hands him down a pathway |
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And freedom is a horse he rides |
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Glory is a dream he's after |
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And fortune is his heart's delight |
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He's a bad man so they say |
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Living for his love and living free |
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Riding swift and secretly |
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So he'll miss the hanging tree |
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Wounded spirit on the wind |
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Riding to his dream and destiny |
