wild west
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The grit of sand slides rough across the ground beneath his boots. He is a real talk stand tall sturdy built man and he's got nothing left to lose.
Everything rang in my old house
The clocks and the doorbells
And even the ID tags.
Now I've stopped time
And realize who I hate.
At the Garden of the Gods.
Have you seen me?
Glass coke bottles, suntanned skin
Dust, stingin’ sweat, breathe out and in
Cracklin suspense, wide worried eyes
One, two the slow one dies
Three, four, kickin up dust,
