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The sun don't burn fast enough for me |
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In a cloud of smoke my conscience becomes clean |
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A long and lonesome road |
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I've travelled to be free |
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And I carry no one and no one carries me |
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And I sleep away the days and ride the night |
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To another lonely town and lonely night |
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But I'll ride away with my freedom in my hands |
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To die another day in the broken promise land |
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Yeah, I'll ride away and |
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I'll leave you with the sun |
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To a life some would call tragic |
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I was born unto the gun and |
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I practice |
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Bad Magick |
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The wind at my back, the desert at my feet |
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I know no love, my only fried is my steed |
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No one called family, my ties are severed clean |
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My mother is the mountain, my father is the stream |
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If you see me young lady, just turn and walk away |
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I'll be gone in the morn before you wake |
