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A ride into the setting sun. |
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Hide your fears you are under my gun. |
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(I feel no regrets. |
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Now my travel (?) is set.) |
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Cold chills, running down your spine. |
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Hot sweat, dripping in your eyes. |
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High noon, someone's gonna die. |
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No one will hear yout cries. |
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Blinded for A moment. |
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By the midday sun moving. |
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Too slowly falling you're under the Gun. |
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You're done, You're under the gun |
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Warm blood, filling up your lungs. |
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High noon, your time has come. |
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Blinded for A moment. |
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By the midday sun moving. |
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Too slowly falling you're under the Gun. |
