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["Dry desert winds blow sand into a shabby bar |
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Drunken guys with cracking souls hang around |
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In the corners and are out of hope |
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Mankind is in despair, because the mighty |
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Shadows of the dark tower lie over them, |
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Like a black blanket"] |
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The door is banging on the wall |
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Shadows of a men enters this hall |
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Silence governs the room |
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Now is the beginning of doom |
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The man's face is dirty and far |
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But the eyes sparkle clear like a star |
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It's Dragon, the gunslinger |
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The guy with the nimble finger |
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He is searching the dark tower |
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Has never seen there a blooming flower |
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His mission is to rescue the land |
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And Dragon is ready for the last stand |
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Until the bad powers are put aside |
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Hope returns and morning light |
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You must kill to get back the sun |
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In a battle with a loaded gun |
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Here comes the gunslinger |
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With the nimble finger |
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To fight against the dark tower |
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Until death with all his power |
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Here comes the gunslinger... |