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I was a breathe a short of death |
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I was in grave danger |
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And I tried with all my might to write myself from the assault from this strange strangER |
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And I never did expect such intolerance from a ranger |
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Now my body lies in the heat of the Texas sun |
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no time for revenge or anger |
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My wife sits and waits for me |
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but I will never come back home |
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Only so many years on this earth |
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And this is how I go? |
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This land I broken now |
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has broken my fall |
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One bullet through the palm of my raised hand |
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From a vicious man not even that tall |
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Bury me south of the divided street |
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Pack that land in between my teeth |
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Always had my death all planned out |
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and it just so happens to be right now-ow |
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verbal |
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What you want now you goin get it? |
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go back home now |
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this isn't your land now |